At the end of the trip
Blank and sudden (?) going back
Voyage terminated at long last
Waiting for the high-speed rocket
Take me back to where I know
The ride's not easy, it's not calm
But going back at long last
All the faces, all the voices
Somehow I stay at the back of it all
Watching my body go through the motions
In a slice of time and space
Guess I was there, I surely must have been
It's a simple memory hangs near past (fast?)
But going back at long last
Somehow seems so much more important
Looking through all the events
Clear on out to single points
Where it's quiet and still
At the end of the trip
The world stops