Seems like there's enough to worry about And in a few sorry seconds turn around the traffic Close off the lanes before they paint them on again In thick lines, in bright lines, in shadows reconstituted This is not me it's a version of me Moving around in the machine country This is not me it's a version of me Moving around in the machine country Near the waterworks at the top of the forest road Behind the filter beds, a frontier still expanding Trace desire lines, let it drift uncomplicated This is not me it's a version of me Moving around in the machine country This is not me it's a version of me