Night's a Groovy Lady

Orange lights shine from street lamps, orange lights shine on what is paved, Something about the tail end of our conversation left me feeling slightly vague. This car has Translucent windows, like a submarine out at sea, the current swallows red headlights while exhaling shiny, tipped waves Looking through the rearview mirror, The night was staring back at me. She’s a delicate, psychedelic lady Ripe with her purity. Reading the white lights of the city, I place a book mark for a rainy day. gliding towards the illuminated tunnel (traffic sounds) Plunge! Into Bustling traffic, and faster paced people, I never considered cigarettes, until I washed up, onto this flickering scene. Sirens sound, Traffic skates, strangers smile and frown. I- got myself a traveling circus, of people I call friends. Funny how little flares of imagination send us shooting to the stars- (party sounds) Clash! like banging of pots and pans The ruckus in the room, has me bouncing off the walls Police Officers, neon green tuxedos- Penny Lane. we are all just here tonight, dancing, along this colorful, crazy row-boat of life. Yes, we are all just here tonight dancing- like sunlight touching diamonds, we are dancing It’s Funny how little flares of imagination, send us all stringing along.