Roads

I would never discard the time that we spend

It is the reward that justifies the end

Sometimes I long for the days of Varangian

To see how it all began

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But it can be hard sometimes to square a delay

It seems that there’s more vacation than corvee

I wish that there was a more direct throughway

But then that’s the state of transport today

WAIT!

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The passage suffers from the excess of empire

The passage is victim to the theft of a trespasser

The passage is injured by the surplus of couriers

The passage cries from despair!

But you tell me and the travelers in your care

That you’d be happy to just be

Sacred, untraded, undivided

Are you telling me and the rest of your rade

That you are content to forget

Tresaguet, Telford, McAdams

Don’t tell me or anyone else

That you’d rather be untouched, undisturbed, and underfed

You tell me that you are the victim

You tell everyone your pain is more important

Than the destination

When it is your own capacity

That you can’t seem to attend to

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You’re not suggesting that you are not to blame

Or maybe that you could not have helped these floods that

Are now, by your own account

Out of your control

Are you suggesting that something else makes you divine

Or that you can’t support any traffic until everything is better

Though by your own account

Is something you need controlled

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It’s all better now

Everything is fine

I can do it now it’s gonna be alright

I am a half full kind of road

It was bad now it’s bright

I knew one day it would change overnight

Don’t take stones for granted

Don’t forget to pave it twice

You might find them skipping above you

You can hide for today

You might go away

But the stars will continue to shine

Maybe it’s perfect and

All just more of the same

It’s like, I’m used to it and it doesn’t need changing

To which whom you speak

Or what you don’t ask

Excuses are as easy as stringing daisies

Waiting for it to slow down

So that you can catch it

It’s never going to be that way