Autodidact

The city sleeps disturbed In boots filled with lead A dimension of beauty Mobilised within my head And on this endless parade – Sunset Park to Rose Hill Gas stations as churches – Holy fuel forever spilled You make me lose my head And dream of what might be You sculpt and tumble me As the rain transcends Tease the tension out Flip the script around – Autodidact Teach me one thing There’s nothing more I can do Than dream of what might be Praise be to the gods of the east That bow down in front of me And on this endless parade – Sunset Park to Rose Hill Gas stations as churches – Holy fuel forever spilled