Eleventh Dream Day - Go (Slight Return) lyrics

From his typewriter he sees The holding pattern of the planes As they fly into the setting sun His thought is of a train Liberated by libation Mind blown by sonic waves His freedom comes from post cards From Ross rolling on the plains April 1 1988 a strange occurrence it did seem A beat was fading far away A gun shot through the breeze Coincidence his belligerence His friend the wild seed Planted thoughts deep inside his head Vicariously he bleeds