A pothole ate my motion
And let me lay there for a while
Where I lie smells like a fossil, something died
Powerful inanimate objects they mortered me
Some piercing my skin some consuming me
Saliva on the pavement next to me
Wash away, wash away oh so gently please
Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to
Except for math and science and all they know is true
Well it's something like the river and it's always heading out
A steady source of motion going down
Water and debris knockin things down to the sea
The bottom of the valley and the leaves on the trees
I began to think that this could happen to me
Wash away wash away oh so gently please
Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to
Except for math and science and all they know is true
True, true, is there nothing true