At the end of the trip
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Blank and sudden (?) going back
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Voyage terminated at long last
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Waiting for the high-speed rocket
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Take me back to where I know
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The ride’s not easy, it’s not calm
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But going back at long last
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All the faces, all the voices
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Somehow I stay at the back of it all
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Watching my body go through the motions
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In a slice of time and space
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Guess I was there, I surely must have been
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It’s a simple memory hangs near past (fast?)
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But going back at long last
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Somehow seems so much more important
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Looking through all the events
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Clear on out to single points
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Where it’s quiet and still
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At the end of the trip
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The world stops
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And I can stare at the wood and stone
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And the objects of place take on their own life
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Nothing’s really so different at the end of the voyage
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It’s all an extension of my thought
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All the differences disappear
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And a quiet calm floats me in the air
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World Stops
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| Jandek |
