The Machinery of Progress

In my car, there is a backpack
And in that backpack, there is a dream
A moment’s notice, and I’ll be out there
Racing seabirds beside the sea

I am haunted by past reflections
Faces staring right back at me
So I’m running in new directions
But I guess that we’ll just have to wait and see

In a carnival of colours we will run
‘Til the memories of who we loved are gone
The Machinery of Progress marches on

After sunset, I walk the back streets
Tilted shadows and cobblestones
With the lamplights illuminating
Empty glasses, empty homes

A distant echo of summer music
A cloud of fireflies flicker to the beat
I remember my days without you
A puzzle brilliant, but incomplete

In a carnival of colours we will run
‘Til the memories of who we loved are gone
The Machinery of Progress marches on