Lyric My Fellow Riders

Pleasantly removed
Into lush darkness
Into the dreamless place
I begin to sing this song

Staying loud enough
To drown out any noise
In presence of strangers
I begin to sing this song

It appears to be done
For the pleasure of the doing
But I m no better shape
Than my fellow riders

Every now and then
I m slipping back again
Empty and mortal
I begin to sing this song

My mind is moving fast
Trying to make connections
Taking short-cuts
Noting events

Listing all
Filing away
Along with opinions
Making connections
Taking short-cuts
Noting events

Listing all
Filing away
Along with opinions
Making connections
Taking short-cuts
Noting events...

It appears to be done
For the pleasure of the doing
But I m no better shape
Than my fellow riders...