Road to Utah

Follow the moon

Drive under the sea

Fiction is swallowing me

I say, "Here I am"

The sea is gone

Tide is pulling me on

Is pulling me onI hear 15 monkeys with carnival eyes

My head is full of spies

Nothing to show for

Nothing to choose

So, I follow the clues

I follow the cluesThe dark is a fiction that is swallowing me

I say, "Here I am but the sea is gone"

It's a trumped up tide that is pulling me on

I got nothing to show for and nothing to choose

I've got badly written lines and I'm following cues

I hear 15 monkeys and I wanna cry

"It's a dime store story with a Fortean twist."

I say, "Hey!"