By now... by now we've cut our teeth on concrete   faced the bruising road he said "tonight I'll send you home."   threads like us we're taut   stretched we're deathly long   by fate we fray   the ground howls   the road folds   the sand pulls   as we scrape no cities hear us the ground lies ready:   "I lie, I lie steady," the growing desert preaches,   "I hit, I hit heavy-weighed with fate bye fate you'll fray."   threads go on and on and on   stretched along the roads we plague   they go on.