Everybody wants to own the end of the world
All roads lead away from
Future ghost towns now
Four million iphones
Self medication zones
Endless size
In 1973 they stole and burned his body
Near cap rock
Joshua tree at sunset
No one seeks oblivion
He dropped LSD with the rolling stones
And they wandered off
Through upraised arms
Infinite negation
Did he feel it closing in?
When he sang
"It may wash away soon"
So lay on your back
And count those stars
And the planes overhead
Anxious fingertips
Sharing messages
Living in present ghost towns