and it would have been worth while
to see the light break over the dashboard
one more morning of gray skies and empty plastic cups
traveling down this road that should have ended weeks ago

one more time to ride with you on the broken hillside
that winds down into foliage and bushes
the condor's there or at least the ranger's lies

i'll stay with you this trip, and think it matters like the last
i'm sorry

the dust is rising now, only to settle on us as we pass through

desperate as we are to be carried somehwere else whwere it matters
this time it matters
to become like the housees and bstones and bridges their cousiens became
only separated at his ribs

it's all a shade darker now,'afternoon hides beyhind its companions and i rest
i wish you could seee me now and think i had been like this before

the rubber watch keeps moving on my wrist and pardon me for his sin, but i'd do the same
not like it mattered

i've done it before and i'll do it again