White Paint Songtext / Lyric

Where do you go after you die?
Well the universe as we know it here, never ceases to amaze me.
Even when we are taking the subway and everyone is sitting in their own way, with their mind in a different place.
Do you remember when we watched the speedboats racing on the ocean bay?
What a velocity!
The smell of gasoline and popcorn.
I asked you why they raced in circles when there was a whole other ocean beyond the bridge.
You said they were saving the rest of the ocean for another race.
And the time you sneezed chewed up carrots on the window at the restaurant. What a velocity of carrot!
It was like stained glass, a work of art. The waiter didn't seem to think so, but he wasn't there to appreciate the speed at which the carrot traveled from your lips, across the table, losing some their little chunk of carrot friends along the way:
-On the napkin folded softly.
-On the fork and knife, shimmering in the sun.
- On a green pepper in your eggs,
Even:

-On my arm.
But the rest of them kept their velocity.
They had no choice.
They didn't even have the time to look back for an instant.
Until a moment later they splattered on the window. Their destination, satisfied. Perfect in their placement.
Some time to rest and look back.
And forward.
And see the giant parking lot on the other side......their little carrot faces pressed against the glass.
Relaxing.
At least for a few satisfying minutes until the waiter came.
And wiped all the little carrot pieces into a cloth. And we looked serious. And tried not to laugh.
As did the waiter, I like to think, on the subway home from work.
Not thinking about the velocity of the train.
That it was invented!
The tunnel was dug!
Night.
Day.
The smell of gasoline.
We can smell!
Noses!
The wonderful-amazing universe in which we spin!
A speck of dust.
A speck of dust, we are.
Ha!
What a velocity!
So, it must be a fact, that although we do not know the answer,
the answer will make us laugh with amazement