All Raked Flat

Chalk it up to a life's ambition Trying to be all gasoline and pistons But there's a field out back where there used to be a kitchen Now it's all raked flat Is it common sense or is it just tradition Roadmaps to glad-rags, modern day fiction There's a ghost of a man steady walking and tripping I think he thought like that Now it's all raked flat Maybe she said something to him in the hallway That he thought about over and over, almost everyday And felt so big it changed his whole life's trajectory Now the house is gone Finding new lines in the bathroom mirror And she hates 'em all but in 15 years There's a car parked right where she cried all those tears On a concrete slab Now it's all raked flat Chalk it up to wishful thinking Sitting comfortably in a brand new building Imperceptibly the glass is dripping It'll all go back Til it's all raked flat