22 Words and 33 Flames

And once the jacks are in their boxes, we pass retroactive judgment
For not seeing tiny lights and not hearing the faint pleas from the future

Down in ‘never-never-ever-been-that-ordinary’ land
Where the crossroads of forever stretch in infinite directions
Where sound and light disseminate through tiny holes in this time-traversing van
Once the weather’s getting better we’ll revitalize the plan

Was this ever-ever-ever really alive and within reach?
Or did it crumble through the hands of success with it’s meek retreat?
Will the world still spin this night despite this man?
Who could never-never-ever have designed this odyssey

Odyssey, with no fortune of note sustained
Save the bane of under-quenched thirsts that sap the day
Of any soft or sympathetic ears to accost along the way
Nothing exists until it’s executed
But by then you’re beyond the “line of absolute”
How can you do it, show up late for that?

Could there have ever been a better bet laid on a surer thing?
Then one who’s credible, devoted, optimistic, true, and trusting
To simply cite the results is to overlook the strong significance
To one who thirsts for the ballad that this siren once agreed to sing

Significance upsets the balance through this happy fool’s ear
Within their ducts it dams up all truthful tears
And then extinguishes the flames by quixotic thought and providential fear

I rearrange the pieces of the past
Until today makes sense someway, somehow
‘Though distress flairs light up tonight’s sky
I just cannot be bothered with that now

And I’m never gonna be here again
And I’m never gonna be there again
There is only so much tension, you can cumber away
‘Til the mind no longer bends
Never gonna be there again

And I really haven’t been anywhere since then
Never gonna be there again
There is only so much passion one can drink
While his soul is on the mend
And I’m never gonna be here again

What can you do when you show up late for…
The day’s already been before…
Your key no longer unlocks that door?