It seems the mosquitoes grew so large and began ******* the brains of the townsfolk




And every road taken is one to ruin
Off in the smoke I see the outline of my hometown in flames
I cough and choke on your ashes
Every road leads to fire, and water

But we got the bike hot for the night
And we robbed the liquor store
The next rest stop
You gave two palm readings for ten dollars
We have dinner and gas


Barefoot children of fate
Looking for road
Always
And knowing home
Never

And one day
We crossed one find line of mountains
And the bike still shifts quick and clean
The sun rose up
On the road at our command