There were no silly morrows 

There were no dullard demises 

Or stray cat dish bowls 

On a rocky fenced in area

By now the racetrack was closed 

Three cars left in the lot

By now there were no steam engines

Or tired Tyrannies

But what took place in your head

Was not cynical 

I wouldn't say cutting

But the bridges were no longer holding up

Long ago they figured out not to put

Buildings on the bridges

Hey just a thought

Why don't we not...