Great black voids messy-ing her sight
In a barn, Upstate New Hampshire or New York
Well I could stay for forty days staring darkest grey
And I am speeding
I am speeding
I am speeding
Again
Milkweed seeds make it look like it's snowing
And I'm so weak, I wonder, "What is living?"
I watch the geese fly south, and curses fly out my mouth
And I am speeding
I am speeding
I am speeding
Again
And I know "The Centre Cannot Hold"
And I know "Man's Search for Meaning"
'Cause now I'm a ghost draggin' out my soul from the home we own
Oh I am speeding
I am speeding
I am