Lines drawn in all directions
On sidewalks and country roads
Tracing destinations
Unmet and now avoided
All imaginary places we’d 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 they’d finally land
To be ignored
Blow away
Blow away just like that