Down the Road Apiece

Downtown dead weight Hurled like a heavy piece of irony Specks of sometimes riding shotgun Blankets of stars that never sleep Upheaval and missions of monsters World gone wrong messages Edging ever closer to weary Sometimes a great notion Readiness and tangible freedom Waxing moons breathing shallow Deliveries to empty doorsteps Time again and again Forward the motion in prayer Forlorn and high like a kite Innocence dressed immaculate Down the road apiece