consult the map around the bend
retrace our steps and until then
broken glass between our toes
nothing's gone and nothing lasts
the doors ajar and closing fast
steering gear to the side
holding on to the other side
dreaming on the astral plane
holding on to the other side
more or less stick to the plan
drink until we're straight again
make a fist and count to ten
through it all we're on our feet