Out on the parkway
A gray spike driven down the green
Neighborhoods blur by
And my shadow changes lanes to feel the breeze
Out on the parkway
Vehicles pause to graze with hazy toxic eyes
Shot up, octane high, lubricated, pressurized
We vent our vapors
Out on the parkway
Corpuscles of life are each alone within the flow
And every bleeding taillight
Is seeking some suburban capillary home
Out on the parkway
The lanes are closing in on me
And the lines of division begin their piеrcing reveille
Out on thе parkway
Out on the Parkway was written by Michael Hedges.
Out on the Parkway was produced by Elliot Mazer.