Grind in motion And the chaos Edibly consumed Paper parade Sad rain Of ticker tape Soaks up Dust without end Who am I breathing in? Watching the dust dance open Memories Streets made of stone Time, wind, rain, and snow Fire laced bricks Chipped and weathered Dust without end What am I breathing in? Watching the dust dance open Streets cold This dusty old slide show gets worse every year Color now fading no longer clear Time had its way and it shows every year Color now fading no longer clear