It’s true, a false assertion Extending in infinite directions You’re forever past the horizon Forever in a future season A fall that never hits completion Here we go flailing Here we go detailing how to keep your self limp until you hear the second hit And I’ve come a long, long way to tonight just to see you at the intersection It’s true, a false assertion Forever in a future season A winter for our age of reason And what reason could I give you For choosing the road most askew Here we go staining those paths for the banished But with my sense of direction I’ll bet they’ll stay famished So, where you heading now? Please tell me that you heard me? Looks like you’re heading out. That makes me the devotee. So that’s the part I won’t retake now I know what’s at stake