The lights that line my street
Remind me of you;
The faint yellow light to guide the way of America's machines.
I've had enough of your machines.
When I see the lights that line my street,
I think of the gold dusting your cheeks,
Glistening in the artificial light of what I've become.
These car rides and amusement park lines, morning coffee and conversations, are not enjoyed alone.
But I'm not alone,
I am comforted by the lyrics that fill and drown my brain in warmth and sorrow.
Do you have a pencil I could borrow?
Oh goodness! Where did I just go?
I can't do the math problem in front of me,
I am lost in a fantasy I call reality,
in awe of creating moments that change everything
, the course of blood within our veins.
But I have to stop, and put myself together.
Can't you see my darling?
We're living this American dream.
