There is no visible end to the world surrounding me I can’t remember the last time I could say that
Out here, pavement is the only semblance of humanity. The whole earth held down by this one stretch of highway
It is the division between what is the ground and what is the galaxy. And only I and the sparse yucca interrupt the horizon’s flat line
If I stay long enough, I may forget the word “we.” Because you can’t touch where no radios reach
This is a land ruled by my own decree But the sheriff is not new in town when there is no town
It’s more than you, no one can touch me. Though it may be That out here, I’m alone.
Alone isn’t bad though, alone is being free. At last I am free to heal.