28 Nov 1999
Between the lines in a sea of blackness, past telescoping signs
This night was longer than it seemed but I was never tired
The shooting stars were out that night, falling just like rain
I was thinking on the morning, I was thinking things could change
Take a breath, say a prayer, don’t look back, there’s nothing there
Did I come here for this, is there something I missed why is no one scared
Read the line, drew the line, crossed it out and crossed over
If your conscience bears no consequence who’s left to suffer