Someday All This Will Be Road

<br>Lights on the bridges and a smokestack far away<br><br>Smoke turns to indigo in the ending business day<br><br>The taxicabs assault on the potholed asphalt<br><br>They parry and lunge neath the thin winter sun whos<br><br>Painting the bedroom grey<br><br><br><br>Computer mage, the plastic age<br><br>Someday all this will be a road<br><br>&quot;where will it take us? &quot;<br><br>&quot;its got seventeen lanes.&quot;<br><br>&quot;where will it run? &quot;<br><br>&quot;its an interstate parkway.&quot;<br><br>&quot;where will it go? &quot;<br><br>&quot;its a boot print of progress.&quot;<br><br>&quot;where will it take us? &quot;<br><br>&quot;its gonna be a road, be a road.&quot;<br><br><br><br>&quot;domesticated primates,&quot; the leary convict sez<br><br>Sewn up together in paper foil like a pack of pez, of course,<br><br>School was a fine bunch of rehashed lines, there was<br><br>Nothing really said, I could have stayed home in bed and watched<br><br>Reruns of desi arnaz<br><br><br><br>&quot;time is just a concept,&quot; sez einsteins kid, the dunce.<br><br>&quot;peoples way of keeping everything from happening at once<br><br>Overtake the light, and time is in your sight<br><br>And black holes bend the beams so nothings where it seems and<br><br>Finding out the truth could take you months.&quot;