(and as i was traveling i realized there were no boundaries)nnsee that car plunge into what was known as a pitiful painted pest,non the verge of a casted script,nsee them four wheels a-turn,nhit the light,nwith everything that's come to par,nand it's got your name on it,ncause it's got your name on it,nnTiresias has an eye on you,nfrom the mountaintop,nhe speaks like a virgin,nhere come the locusts again.nni just wept for another day,nheld it in and won't let it out.nnsee them four wheels turn into the spite that is coming with little haste,nand a puddle he's bound to break,nsee them four wheels a-turn,nhit the light,nwell you don't seem so refined when it's got your name on it,ncause it's got your name on it.nnTiresias has an eye on you,nfrom the mountaintop,nhe looks in the mirror,nfor it's always telling the truth.nni just wept for another day,nheld it in and won't let it out.nnand a barrel of tacks is appraised as jewelry.nand a message of trust is perceived as boring.ncould it be there's a tie between lost and trailing?nsince the dawn of the 1800's, we fell.n