You walk where the pine needles lay
The sky turns a heavy kind of gray
Your oculars burn a steady blue
The wires are calling out to you
Glowing glass eyes in the deep green shade
Tracing the lines where the signals fade
Follow the wire to the telephone pole
Looking for pieces to make you whole
The wind tastes like copper and old rust
Your boots kick up clouds of silver dust
You track the current through the damp soil
While the hidden data starts to boil
Glowing glass eyes in the deep green shade
Tracing the lines where the signals fade
Follow the wire to the telephone pole
Looking for pieces to make you whole
A stray dog is barking at the fence
The air feels heavy and way too dense
You dive through the stream of a hidden light
Cutting a hole through the velvet night
Glowing glass eyes in the deep green shade
Tracing the lines where the signals fade
Follow the wire to the telephone pole
Looking for pieces to make you whole
The map in your head is a jagged grid
Showing the places where the truth is hid
You lean on the wood of a rotting post
Chasing a signal like a digital ghost
Step off the curb of the beaten track
Once you go in there is no turning back
The hum in your skull is a heavy load
You found the end of the lonely road
The forest is breathing a rhythmic beat
The cold metal feeling is finally sweet
You plug in the cable and let it flow
Watching the hidden circuitry glow
Glowing glass eyes in the deep green shade
Tracing the lines where the signals fade
Follow the wire to the telephone pole
Looking for pieces to make you whole
Just another fare in the rain.
Close your eyes now.
Safe trip home.
