The world still looked the same, but it was different
He walked from the gym, back to where he parked his car
There were still cars here, and people, dirt and beauty
He could smell the bar-b-que cooking down the street
It was the same old world, but the underpinnings of it had been replaced in the night
Everyone was talking to themselves – no, they were talking to thin air
But the thin air was everyone else
The old rules faded into the background, burning away like ground fog at 6 o’clock on a sunny spring morning
The guts of the plane had been changed while the plane was in flight
The re-tooling of the world system had taken place before anything could have been done
At every point on the curve, it looks like the curve is going straight up from here
But things still seem pretty normal