we rode along with shattered hooves
and we beat the path of the vinyl grooves
and in between the decibels
I swear I saw you there
I threw caution into the wind
it's best to stop before I begin
to wonder how I ever felt
compelled to separate me from myself
appropriate themes of disconnection
the written word bares no reflection
I'm just an actor running lines
some character that someone else designed
I'm out there in the wilderness behind
the house that I have lived in for a long time