You Don’t Know

You don't know where the edges are and where do they go You don't know anything about it at all I don't know how they're drawn and how do they grow I can't say anything about that at all They fly ... they fly Lines slip away without a trace ... lines slip away Try and stare, rub my eyes ... there's nothing there Try and stare at nothing at all Stay a while, the latest thing is already out of style Stay a while and nothing is in fashion at all They fly ... they fly Lines slip away without a trace ... lines slip away You can't hear, see another one and watch it disappear You don't hear anything about that at all So it goes, gypsy lines twist and erode So it goes anytime you get close at all They fly ... fly ... fly ... fly Lines slip away without a trace ... lines slip away Lines slip away without a trace ... lines slip away They fly ... fly ... fly ... fly