Caught up in the wild future

Where forever takes no time

You write your poetry

The words don’t rhyme

They deny you

At the carnival of souls

Like you drove a spike into

All their skulls

But you’re taking an eye for an eye for an eye For a vile or two you’ll be running back And you drive and you drive and you drive Till there’s nothing but you and your Cadillac

Now you’ve got a soul reaction

So you try to act your age

Of a thousand years or so

But something’s changed

In your new reflection

Say goodbye to Leicester Square

There’s a new love in your eye

Like a pointless prayer

But you’re taking an eye for an eye for an eye For a lover or two you’ll be running back And you drive and you drive and you drive Till there’s nothing but you and your Cadillac