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 on
I 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 clues
The 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!»