River Material - Blue Dogs

A pothole ate my motion

And let me lay there for a while

Where I lie smells like a fossil, something died

Powerful inanimate objects they mortared me

Some piercing my skin some consuming me

Saliva on the pavement next to me

Wash away, wash away oh so gently please

Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to

Except for math and science and all they know is true

Well it’s something like the river and it’s always heading out

A steady source of motion going down

Water and debris knockin' things down to the sea

The bottom of the valley and the leaves on the trees

I began to think that this could happen to me

Wash away wash away oh so gently please

Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to

Except for math and science and all they know is true

True, true, is there nothing true

The desert is the place where the wind makes more desert

Carrying out the mission of a zillion bits and pieces more like everything

Go down, be down, get small like me

Chaotic sand and random sea

Everything unglued at the seams

Is that not the nature of how things will be