Like four million tons of hydrogen
Exploding on the sun
Like the whisper of the termites

Building castles in the dust
You're no longer leaving foot prints
You left your wallet on the bus


Your great journey has begun


When automatic sinks in airports
No longer see your hands
And elevator doors close on you

When buses drive right past
When the only voice that answers
Is the whir of a ceiling fan


Your great journey has begun


Staring out hotel windows
At planes taking off
Walking round the parking lot

You will never find your car
You've begun to dance the ghost dance
Stray dogs gather in your yard


Your great journey has begun