Physical Space

We the survivors
In this latest age
Of violence and movement
Stumbling on an empty stage

We the drivers
All vehicles exceed
The limits of conscience
Through our right to greater speed

So a tribute to your lost face
And the funeral for physical space
You travel and crash on your way to grace
I’ll try
To meet you there

So you the devil
The madness at the door
No borders guarded
In sanity, anymore

So we the faces
The fiction of beauty
The fate of our names
With the failure of cities
A focus on pity
And the end of all games

So a tribute to your lost faith
And the funeral for physical space
You travel and crash on your way to grace
I’ll try
To meet you there

Bridge:
All these things we cannot know
When all you’ve got
is the sound
Of the cars
As they go

So we the shoes
A footprint in the earth
We walk a repeating line
Straight back to our birth

So you the ticket
The airplane in the sky
The distortion of distance
The way we resist
The loss of our time

So you disappeared without a trace
Into the closure of physical space
You travelled and crashed, but you found some grace
I’ll try
To meet you there
No promises

copyright 2005 Ian Foster