The Fingerpost

Once more the city's in bloom
So many houses but so little room
For a moment, I thought I had seen
Two apple trees in the fields with a blue bench in between

An insect escapes from its jar
As soon as it's spring, I get in my car
And I drive 'long the endless dashed line
Anxiously waiting for the exit sign

Voices from the void are whispering softly in my ear
Now that you are lost you might as well follow the fingerpost here
Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear
Why not hit the brakes so we can all follow the fingerpost here
Follow the fingerpost here

The city continues to grow
So many streets but nowhere to go
I am aimlessly walking around
A heart made of petals lies on the ground

Someday when our time has come we all will disappear
We will turn to ghosts and silently follow the fingerpost here
Wandering through the fields of love and the forests of our fear
The path is never straight but you'll always follow the fingerpost here
In the end