Heaviside - Citizen

No one knows where the byway leads to

No one knows what it turns into at the end

Meet me down by the black inlet and I’ll show you it

Nails replace the rain, piercing the people to their staves

The sun illuminates such a wonderful display

No one seems to know anyone there

No one knows who they love or how they smile

Where do people go when they need some deliverance?

The blackness fascinates the privileged and the misbehaved

Still, no one has ever walked themselves all of the way