your great journey

like four million tons of hydrogen

exploding on the sun

like the whisper of the termites

building castles in the dust

you're no longer leaving footprints

you left your wallet on the bus

your great journey has begun

your great journey has begun

when automatic sinks in airports

no longer see your hands

and elevator doors close on you

when buses drive right past

when the only voice that answers

is the whir of a ceiling fan

your great journey has begun

staring out hotel windows

at planes taking off

walking 'round the parking lot

you will never find your car

you've begun to dance the ghost dance

stray dogs gather in your yard

your great journey has begun

your great journey has begun