I'm up on things, but you're up on me And I've broken both my legs Set aside for eternity On a nest of lonely eggs The summer leads into dark alleys Like the mouth of something big A gypsy curse and a pox on thee For the mess that you have made An excercise in cacophony 'til we barely knew you played And history isn't company But it keeps you in your place A loving home where your time is free At the bottom of a lake But there are trails And I'm trailing after you Those memories you never knew Left on some trailing afternoon When voices trailed off too soon But oh, I know - that you're not sane And I'm too slow - to ever gain Any ground - at the rate I'm going now, or the speed of sound Fell back dead on my horse's head In another human race The steering wheel at the foot of bed Isn't keeping up the chase No ones body hears what you said When you're drifting out to space And someone's light isn't turning red 'til it hits him in the face But there are trails And I'm trailing after you Those memories you never knew Only just slightly still in view Left something old for something new But oh, I know - that you're not sane And I'm too slow - to ever gain Any ground - at the rate I'm going now, or the speed of sound