May it ever elude you,

whatever your endeavor be,

forever in the throes,

just out of reach,

always in the guest room,

while I'm feeling no pain,

leave you deprived with nothing to gain.

Hope the seconds laugh at you as you grab for sleep,

regret as you speak, the acid passing your teeth,

may your horse in the race die before his day,

may it always be the same person to blame.

There's no lights past the city line to snake their path for a guide, a penny short and a heavy head, the same pittance 'til the end. May the pilot dare to fly, drag the sky,

desperate for a good time.