Ride

i can see him coming down the road again walking on his head with his back to the wind and he’s singing a tune that makes him feel o.k. all i can say is I hope you can find your way for a package of lost time you’ve stretched your neck out across that road with a train track down your spine believing all the time its a carnival it’s planted itself on top of the world watered its limbs with a bottle of gin telling itself that everything is going to be o.k. when will you wake up when will you fall from that ride