Nowhere Fast

I have crossed this road before for many years
I’m sure don’t recognize the faces, though
That pass me by I’ve been off and on my way again
Passed Marsh Road, Atherton, Black Mountain Way
And bored stale houses on the yellowed plains
I’m going off again, and for no good reason year by year
I’ve achieved some type of feeling that suggests
I’ve traveled miles that lead to nowhere fast
I’ve seen the lot of them from queens to journeymen bigots and confidantes
I’ve spoken to and laughed with destructive catalysts professionals and
loyalists
Punk rock pop nihilists have grown up amongst suburban architects
Who can say it was all deceiving or that anybody was mislead?
I’m not the one to be judging I may not even be who I think I am
The asphalt is my burning bed has left me invalid
Put me to sleep at night in the arms of some strange no man’s land
I’ll be back northbound and west I need the fucking rest
But in the meantime these broken roads and homes will ring in my head