Singularity

Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down
 Burn these high rises back into a ghost town
 Of iridium-white clouds
 Matted close against the ground
 While the sky hangs empty as a frame
 See the reddening horizon line
 Feel the planet spilling on the space time
 On the way down Somerset I take pictures of cement
 For the history books on Mother Earth
 To the west now it begins
 In the sound waves in the wind
 There is an echo going by
 Of the mountains caving in
 And the parted roads and I
 Knew that one day we would die
 And become smooth and old again
 Like the ash that sweeps the sky
 Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down
 Burn these high rises back into a ghost town
 There's holy water lying in the crater well
 Heavy metals high test gasoline
 Blessed singularity
 A telescoping memory
 Where the sky still flickers through the leaves