Hey, Jack it's me, I don't mean to bother you
But somethings been on my mind
At the end of this road that climbs the horizon
Will be reached in a matter of miles
And when the wheels cease to spin
The walls and the fences will grow
Higher than redwood trees
And I know your demise
And I fear what will happen
When the road fails to flow under me
Oh, Jack you see, I felt like your mirror
With the wind ripping through my hair
When the wheels ceased to spin
And I in case my surroundings
I realized I hadn't gone anywhere
When the problems I'd left with couches in alleys
Where no one would ever claim
And the hardest part was sifting through the pieces
Of the rain soaked and rotten remains when I got home