I’m the only one on Sametime/AOL
Even Ricardo is gone; he’s always logged on
So I’m by myself
Riding this dinasaur down to the tar pits
No scenery, no fun, no company
High noon in a ghost town
Nobody to shoot at
Nobody to shoot at me
A casual little jaunt
From a short past to a shorter future
A smooth ride actually
Sure, steady, definite
Dead silent except for the air purifier
That spits a chad occasionally
So quiet that I know I have
A bit of tinnitis
From that straight-piped John Deere A
And the wistling wind on motorcycles
As far as I know I could be on this rock
All by myself
Since I can’t have proof
Of anything
Hurtling into deep space
Yet all I feel is the lumbering dinasaur
So relaxed, so easy
So sure and unalterable
The only one on Sametime/AOL