Praying to the asphalt God
Striped ( Lord of spirit
Shoe souls double time ) a march
With sagging soles as well.
Pine invades my world
BuT the yellow brick road; goes on
Now Open fields and pastures grow
From a Blackened asphalt bed
Keep your Eyes straight ahead
Look for the key on the horizon.
Snowy blanket of light behind me
Just walk right on into the: purple setting forever.