From the album Shooting Rockets Towards the Sun
I’m feeling fractured, scattered about, out of control and prone to doubt that this place was ever once intact, sail away and never look back. Don’t want to spin with the rest, predictable but still hard to guess how collisions randomly alter this trajectory. I’m trying to get somewhere in this cold expanse, I’m ready to leave, to take a chance in this unknown uncharted deepest black, sail away and never look back. Turn into dust, swept away by wanderlust, the path I take may lead to well-worn shores, crowded streets but where ever lays my course, I’ll have no regrets, no remorse. I’m trying to get somewhere.