Early beginnings
Too long we refrain
Hiding sharp truths
Beneath our nails
Coming clean in the rain

Sour words breach my peace
While we stand under the drain
Picking bugs from the gutter
Praying they might
See past our insane

The doors open wide
And up, and up we climb
What's happened and what will
Is forgotten for a time

We drift on through purgatory
Your shoulder on mine
We doze off to a world
Where we are just fine

We sleep for some hours
The driver moves slow
Falling asleep on the bus
With miles to go