The Ticket

We came from the future
By way of the past.
Time was an ice-covered river
Until the ice cracked.
And now we’re free from the floe
Of which we were trapped
So we can come from the future
And go by the past.
I bought my ticket
For the 15th century.
We started moving
Through a hole in history.
Across the desert,
Across Euripides.
Tossed in a tangle
Of time like an old vagabond.
I bought my ticket
For the 15th century.
A broken circuit
And a whole new history.
Across the desert,
Across Euripides.
Tossed in a tangle
Of time like an old vagabond.
Tossed like an old vagabond.
He’s got a bone through his nose,
And a drum 'neath his hands.
The future Yąnomamö?
Or maybe last year’s new Burning Man?
Does everything sort of repeat?
Does the old sort of get new?
And is time like a river?
Whose coils confound and confuse you?
Tossed in a tangle
Of time like an old vagabond.
Lost in a tangle
Of time like an old vagabond.