The more things change, the more they stay the same. 对事物变化越多，他们就越保持不变。

And the more it rains, the less I know. 而下雨的越多，我越知道。

Why do these foreign skies change the way home? 为什么这些国外的天空改变回家的路上？

Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own? 为什么这些酒店的墙壁挂上他们的陌生感我自己？

   

Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. 哦，妈妈，我要卷，带伤害的卡车。

These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt 这些轮子滚过了，我不知道有多少袋污物

   

Barefoot in the back of the van, tossing an arcing empty soda can. 赤脚在面包车的后面，折腾一个电弧空饮料罐。

Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid we were harried and waylaid. 长的路，长天，​​女服务员磨损和少缴我们被掠夺和伏击。

We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon. 我们也很快就到了晚上，而不是一个时刻。

Finding a place it was, you may say, cool. 找一个地方是，你可能会说，冷静。

   

These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture 无限的建筑，这些草图是墨水和未经证实的猜想

A dream glimpse of the puppeteer's knuckle a fragment of a fraction of a gesture 木偶的关节的梦想一瞥姿态的一小部分片段

And when the ghost whispers, I'll set down all I hear 而当鬼耳语，我会放下一切我听到

A garbled, shorthand outline by a marionette in fear 乱码，速记在恐惧的木偶大纲

   

Oh mama, I'm gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt. 哦，妈妈，我要卷，带伤害的卡车。

These wheels have rolled across I don't know how many bags of dirt 这些轮子滚过了，我不知道有多少袋污物