On the long ride up the west drive Passing places I used to know We're all wired, twisted and storied Glistening sheets of silver on silver Plateau Straight on until Mulling over the different versions of the people I thought I'd be by now Calling out to passing strangers "How'd you get here?" and "Why'd you stay?" Plateau Straight on until I've been counting people per second, mouths per minute and eyes by the hour From a rooftop on the north side As uncertain As unsure Plateau Straight on until Because sometimes nothing happens