Blow Away - Spoons

Lines drawn in all directions

On sidewalks and country roads

Tracing destinations

Unmet and now avoided

All imaginary places we’d have been

Points marking every day

Penciled in on the calendar

Maps of astronomics

Showed our worlds colliding

We were the last of a dying breed

Fading fast

Blow away, blow away

Blow away just like that

Hours of imagination

Spent alone in empty chairs

Sending messages out

To unknown destinations

Though I really knew were they’d finally land

To be ignored

Blow away

Blow away just like that