My Fellow Riders

Pleasantly removed

Into lush darkness

Into the dreamless place

I begin to sing this song

Staying loud enough

To drown out any noise

In presence of strangers

I begin to sing this song

It appears to be done

For the pleasure of the doing

But I'm in no better shape

Than my fellow riders

Every now and then

I'm slipping back again

Empty and mortal

I begin to sing this song

My mind is moving fast

Trying to make connections

Taking shortcuts

Noting events

Listing all, filing away

Along with opinions

Making connections

Taking shortcuts

Noting events

Listing all, filing away

Along with opinions

Making connections

Taking short-cuts

Noting events

Listing all, filing away

Along with opinions

Making connections

Taking shortcuts

It appears to be done

For the pleasure of the doing

But I'm in no better shape

Than my fellow riders

It appears to be done

For the pleasure of the doing

But I'm in no better shape

Than my fellow riders

It appears to be done

For the pleasure of the doing

But I'm in no better shape

Than my fellow riders

It appears to be done

For the pleasure of the doing

But I'm in no better shape

Than my fellow riders

It appears to be done

For the pleasure of the doing

But I'm in no better shape

Than my fellow riders