I can see the 10 on my left as I'm carried east and I know that I've been right fuckin' there in a place that I can see but it seems so far away. I only know that it's over there because the lifeblood of our expectations are taller and mostly painted white. There are mountains beyond the valley where trains before are want to pass through whether I look left or right. Some are closer. Some are almost make-believe. But they're there and I'm on my way.
There's a bunch of trashed cars burnt up in a random canyon, btw.
