I always looked at the clouds like continents
Watched the cities shift around
They don't look as far or as fast from here
I always thought of the cities like people
All wrapped up in volume and grey
Finding symmetry in the disarray
Would you look at them all lined up upon
All the telephone wires at dawn
Some sick grins sit on those old crows
I have no interest in that kind of competition
Wild eyes to the stars at night
Hoping for some chance to arrive
To find out it's been there the whole time
