Time Trials

Been seein' dead people in cars Lookin' alive as any motorist on 175 Or cuttin' down the boulevard With the abandon of a soul untethered to this gravel They're wearin' faces that I know I've seen them all inside my dreams, or through peepholes Some have names that I remember But only when they pass me by How is it, my friends, that when we meet our end We don't get ourselves a time trial There's to be and to have been, each a fickle proposition We're too present to pass and yet we're gone before we live En route to the morgue Gonna press that bleary-eyed pathologist With questions on the cause of expiration And do you believe in ghosts Given the situation He soothes me with an anecdote About a Scottish gorge They don't know why so many dogs jump into it each year And now we're getting beers Discussing how sometimes we can't explain The reasons why during the drive we often swerve into the other lane How is it, new friend, that when we meet our end We don't get ourselves a time trial There's to be and to have been, each a fickle proposition And when the gorge yells out fetch, we obey and run to it And I don't know where everything is But I know this The world is a virgin It might not know where everything is But it knows that it's got it I know that I've got it somewhere here It's somewhere here How is it, my friends, that when we meet our end We don't get ourselves a time trial