Fritz, I know you had the best intentions
the road to purgatory, paved in honorable mentions
satellite sleuths at the cheap hotels
remind me of you when I can't sleep so well
in a sea of stars, luminescent subway cars
seeing that the plot of ours
never had a chance
no prescience
I can see you across foreign feilds
took my share of what the crop would yeild
the busted sandbags in the barricade
held my heart like a hand grenade
but in the urban sprawl
I thought I'd settle, maybe once and for all
I guess it was too close a call
to make any sense
no prescience