Heather Woods Broderick White Tail
[Verse 1]
A road and its creeping unending movement
A slide show passing
Surrender to sleepless shifting
The din of upwelling and dying away
The din of upwelling and dying away
[Verse 2]
What's left behind
Never to be thought of again
No kidding, an untangible space
A tangled place, it's not gentle
A tangled place, it's not gentle
[Verse 3]
To remain in a swollen sphere of all things
Hanging around following behind, or waiting ahead
Moving through the white tail of the jet stream
Moving through the white tail of the jet stream
Moving through the white tail of the jet stream
