Midway (On Either Side of the Turnpike)

Each day he looks across the road
Thinking his life is dull and old
He's feeling like he might implode
A victim of his own zip code

She stands across the way and sighs
Watching her life eke slowly by
Too tired to try and to defy
She has to change and learn (to fly)

Direction is only one way to progress and (just fly)
Selection the means to the ends (just fly)
Put one foot before you and watch for the semis
You know you don't have to stop
It's just across the street

A bridge made out of reverie
Brings them together where they meet
Giggling of rainbows and retreat
Floating along above the street

He grabs her hand and they float by
Moving along the open sky
Waving to some, saying goodbye,
At least they now know how (to fly)

Direction is only one way to progress and (just fly)
Selection the means to the ends (just fly)
Put one foot before you and watch for the semis
You know you don't have to stop
It's just across the street

She sees chimeras in her path
Visions of smoke and fire and wrath
She fights back leaving them to rot
And knows she can be what she's not

The truth may not be what it seems
Fairytales may be too extreme
But now they know what's in the sky
At least they now know how (to fly)

Direction is only one way to progress and (just fly)
Selection the means to the ends (just fly)
Put one foot before you and watch for the semis
You know you don't have to stop
It's just across the street

Direction is only one way to progress and
Selection the means to the ends
Put one foot before you and watch for the semis
You know you don't have to stop
It's just across the street