As I Was Traveling...

(And as I was traveling I realized there were no boundaries)

See that car plunge into what was known as a pitiful painted pest
On the verge of a casted script
See them four wheels a-turn
Hit the light
With everything that's come to par
And it's got your name on it
Cause it's got your name on it

Teiresias has an eye on you
From the mountaintop
He speaks like a virgin
Here come the locusts again

I just wept for another day
Held it in and won't let it out

See them four wheels turn into the spite that is coming with little haste
And a puddle he's bound to break
See them four wheels a-turn
Hit the light
Well you don't seem so refined when it's got your name on it
'Cause it's got your name on it

Tieresias has an eye on you
From the mountaintop
He looks in the mirror
For it's always telling the truth

I just wept for another day
Held it in and won't let it out

And a barrel of tacks is appraised as jewelry
And a message of trust is percieved as boring
Could it be there's a tie between lost and trailing?
Since the dawn of the 1800's, we fell