we rode along with shattered hooves   and we beat the path of the vinyl grooves   and in between the decibels   I swear I saw you there      I threw caution into the wind   it's best to stop before I begin   to wonder how I ever felt   compelled to separate me from myself   appropriate themes of disconnection   the written word bares no reflection   I'm just an actor running lines   some character that someone else designed      I'm out there in the wilderness behind   the house that I have lived in for a long time