Motorblog Nightly Deadshade:
And in the evening,
when all the day is done,
and the sand man's paid his visit,
and the Red Indian's have won,
the dying embers crack,
sending sparks into the sky,
and we look up forever,
asking the reason why?
but are they looking down on us,
their question just the same,
in this Universe of circumstance,
are we part of a stupid game?