Further Seems Forever

Thoughts pass by like a river flow
Must be hard to keep track where you came from
I float down and stand right next to you
But something is causing a lull in the traffic
The empire is moving, the grass overgrown
I'd blow this whole world to pieces to not be alone
The shovel's been digging all day long
It can't even seem to make a scratch
Scratching the surface what is the purpose?
We'll always be stopped by the ** working out working out
..something** and put those hands away
I go through this everyday...
Sounds like a radio tuned to whitenoise softer, slowly softer