I drive down the road looking for time,
Wondering where the setting sun has gone.
He has fallen behind bolstering signs,
Tomorrow, you know, I won't see Day's dawn.
They sold my view for a nickel, you see,
A pretty angel descendant from Gods,
Or just plain eyes looking down upon me.
I cash in my loot and way out the odds.
Now here I am unsatisfied and dead,
My organs fail and my glutton persists.
The angel lied about what she'd not said,
My life prolonged for these Gods' interests.
I've lived not loved for the sunset's now done,
My new life dieing for old life to come.
