from end to end, to the moon and back
the distance within a setting of time
when not a soul is there to watch me pass
to catch me gazing out the window
to help me realize that I'm not alone
the help i wish i shall not see
street signs and road maps are all I'll read
distance grows then shrinks, only to grow once more
filtering through the artificial jungles
finding a way out before i even begin
not knowing is the only thing I'll know I'll want
not north, nor south, no right, no left, no wrong
civilized trails are calling and they wish to greet me
they, nor I care to determine a destination
for i wish for this to never come to an end
but as everything must, it cannot last
until that one fateful night that shall come
where the sun's torture feeds into the dark
as i lay restless in my hours of sleep
taking only a pause from the tossing and turning
i can hear a distant voice that knows my name
that calls upon me in the open night
and it's there that I'll flee once more
