A pothole ate my motion And let me lay there for a while Where I lie smells like a fossil, something died Powerful inanimate objects they mortared me Some piercing my skin some consuming me Saliva on the pavement next to me Wash away, wash away oh so gently please Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to Except for math and science and all they know is true Well it's something like the river and it's always heading out A steady source of motion going down Water and debris knockin' things down to the sea The bottom of the valley and the leaves on the trees I began to think that this could happen to me Wash away wash away oh so gently please Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to Except for math and science and all they know is true True, true, is there nothing true The desert is the place where the wind makes more desert Carrying out the mission of a zillion bits and pieces more like everything Go down, be down, get small like me Chaotic sand and random sea Everything unglued at the seams Is that not the nature of how things will be