Hair

All those nerves behind your eyes Lit up when you saw somewhere greener Now those days have passed you by And I clean your hair out the vacuum cleaner You hit a rabbit with your car The hare was fast but your engine's meaner The air he breathed inflates your tires His spine got stiff as his lungs got weaker The water on this mountainside Passed through the guts of the greatest thinkers Until their insides got too dry Their thoughts too faint for the loudest speakers It was hard to gauge your size You could tower next to sky-high-scrapers Now your hair is thin and white And I clean it out the vacuum cleaner