The Byzantine

It’s everyone you know

And they’re driving so slow

You can leave the lane you’re in

Just to get in line

It’s understood

The rot under the hood

Will reveal itself

Just got to give it time

I know I’ve lived some other life

I’ve got another’s time on my mind

Cut to the Byzantine

In the cavalry

On our horses we go flying

Through the night

Coming to the scene

Of the wall that’s been breached

If you feel your way around it

You don’t have to fall

Now I may seem a little lost

But inside my head I’m your boss

When you clock in the time will slow

Til it’s safe to die

Just so you know

Where I’m coming from

We’re in the limousine

Speeding through the streets

Bend the forces and the lights

Enough to make us fly

Split the imaging

Is it just a fling?

Leave our arms aside to bear

As we go light

I may come on a little fast

But lift your head we’re home at last