1997

across

flickers of yesterdays

yesteryears

i’ve come

to the hour before

i first saw light

i’ve come

to find the star

that was writing my story

i’ll tell the star about you

a bit and everything

so it can weave

you into the storyline

villain

hero

stock

round

as long as we live

in one same story

i can work out

the twists and turns

once i’ve been

on enough road trips with Age

to shift from front

to driver