Scenic Route

Late night
Back of the room bathed in black light
Pastels and neon float in fluttered flight
And find their place back on hallowed ground
Time flows
Ebbs and floods in every evening glow
Dripping and drowning the dwellers moving slow
As they fold and flay, unite on their way down

The only guarantee about tomorrow
Is that it’s surely not here today
Let’s see how long the car goes on the scenic way
The only guarantee about tomorrow
Is that it’s surely not here today
We’ll find the gilden sunset we’ve followed at the lake

Fine grass
Bare feet beating with the bass blast
Dirt, dust, and mud through sunlight flash
And find their way back on hallowed ground
Warm fire
Freeform fantasy, each gold flyer
Filling the space like lanterned lace, inspired
Fold and flay, unite on our way down

The only guarantee about tomorrow
Is that it’s surely not here today
Let’s see how long the car goes on the scenic way
The only guarantee about tomorrow
Is that it’s surely not here today
We’ll find the gilden sunset we’ve followed at the lake