Restorations - West River

On the long ride up the west drive
Passing places I used to know
We're all wired, twisted and storied
Glistening sheets of silver on silver
Plateau
Straight on until
Mulling over the different versions of the people I thought I'd be by now
Calling out to passing strangers
"How'd you get here?" and "Why'd you stay?"
Plateau
Straight on until
I've been counting people per second, mouths per minute and eyes by the hour
From a rooftop on the north side
As uncertain
As unsure
Plateau
Straight on until
Because sometimes nothing happens