A pothole ate my motion   And let me lay there for a while   Where I lie smells like a fossil, something died   Powerful inanimate objects they mortered me   Some piercing my skin some consuming me   Saliva on the pavement next to me   Wash away, wash away oh so gently please   Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to   Except for math and science and all they know is true      Well it's something like the river and it's always heading out   A steady source of motion going down   Water and debris knockin things down to the sea   The bottom of the valley and the leaves on the trees   I began to think that this could happen to me   Wash away wash away oh so gently please      Is there nothing unpredictable something to hold on to   Except for math and science and all they know is true      True, true, is there nothing true      The desert is the place where the wind makes more desert   Carrying out the mission of a zillion bits and pieces more like everything   Go down, be down, get small like me   Chaotic sand and random sea   Everything unglued at the seams   Is that not the nature of how things will be