Run on Empty
Don't look up too quick; You'll see the sky is falling down on you, And when you run on empty The ground will wait to swallow you. I have a dream returning every night. The goal is out of reach but still in sight. I'm getting thin but grinning every day. I run on empty too much; it's just my way. And in all your dreams, doesn't it seem That you're wearing lead boots, growing tree roots, caught in quicksand? I can see ahead; the end of the line. This is some kind of meltdown, just in time. I see declining empires fade away. The games were getting ugly anyway.