Faster Faster

Turning wheels and big bangs and theories Catcalls in the alley turn into bursts of signal strength Stretching all the way to the great beyond Why do some still feel like we don't belong? While thoughts are churning The wagon wheels are turning And the silhouette keeps on yelling Faster. I said faster As if the screams are falling And falling on deaf ears Back to the countdown, it's been years The deacon behind the wheel A man of serious purpose With a face made of laughter Screams just like the deacon would Faster. I said faster The Beamer's tires screech and turn Mean machine. Possessed by the deacon He is such a speed demon Demanding and commanding speed Faster. I said faster And from fellow travelers Inside the ferocious carriage No comment or modicum of courage Only a tightening of muscles And laughter. Nervous laughter As the wheels turn, faster and faster They will hang on, and ask questions after