Lines drawn in all directions
On sidewalks and country roads
Tracing destinations
Unmet and now avoided
All imaginary places we¹d have been
Points marking every day
Penciled in on the calendar
Maps of astronomics
Showed our worlds colliding
We were the last of a dying breed
Fading fast
Blow away, blow away
Blow away just like that
Hours of imagination
Spent alone in empty chairs
Sending messages out
To unknown destinations
Though I really knew were they¹d finally land
To be ignored
Blow away
Blow away just like that

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