Heaviside

No one knows where the byway leads to No one knows what it turns into at the end Meet me down by the black inlet and I'll show you it I'll show you it Nails replace the rain, piercing the people to their staves The sun illuminates such a wonderful display No one seems to know anyone there No one knows who they love or how they smile Where do people go when they need some deliverance? Deliverance The blackness fascinates the privileged and the misbehaved Still, no one has ever walked themselves all of the wayy --- Heaviside - Citizen