six miles left to run there's your smoking gun that leads me to the fact 

you've got no direction i've got a path to go unlike you have no goal i 

may not rhyme but you've got no reason to write what will be sung to say 

what will be heard by just like you who have no focus attention there's 

just one thing i am sure of simplify and refine i don't wonder what you 

mean when you say it's not hard to understand what you say this is now set 

in stone don't move around rock the boat it won't be understood within definition 

looking back now it's easy to see upheld this sorry tradition i turn my 

back wishing that wishing that slow pace dead on words you say