All Raked Flat

Chalk it up to a life's ambition

Trying to be all gasoline and pistons

But there's a field out back where there used to be a kitchen

Now it's all raked flat

Is it common sense or is it just tradition

Roadmaps to glad-rags, modern day fiction

There's a ghost of a man steady walking and tripping

I think he thought like that

Now it's all raked flat

Maybe she said something to him in the hallway

That he thought about over and over, almost everyday

And felt so big it changed his whole life's trajectory

Now the house is gone

Finding new lines in the bathroom mirror

And she hates 'em all but in 15 years

There's a car parked right where she cried all those tears

On a concrete slab

Now it's all raked flat

Chalk it up to wishful thinking

Sitting comfortably in a brand new building

Imperceptibly the glass is dripping

It'll all go back

Til it's all raked flat