Music never ages
Neither does ripped pages 
When they tear like your jeans 
As if angst had its own seams 
And I might be temporal in the extreme
But I can pluck somebody’s dream
Down out of the sky
I must get this out before I die
Of old age or accident
Because this life is only for rent
And the house I own is not of I
So I walk the roads coz I’ve gotta try
Find a destination more permanent
As if solidity was heaven sent
And here in our earthly abode
We dwell where water erode 
Like tears of our making
Tell me who are we forsaking
When we balance on a bough
There’s only so much weight it will allow
And I am teetering on the brink
Of throwing the whole kitchen sink
Through the wall
I talk to them but they don’t hear at all
Only go crashing into the sky
I’d tell the truth but it’d be a lie