Post by davidwayne on Aug 9, 2014 7:53:01 GMT -6
It was cold as steel
in the morning,
hot as asphalt
in an August sun.
It was Dannys' first kiss,
Kims' bikini, Hawaiian Tropic,
sandals, tan lines
and California dreaming.
It was Layla, Bobbie Magee, Jumpin Jack Flash,
Boones Farm, Mad Dog
and ten dollars an ounce
blowin in the wind.
It was muscle cars barking mating calls,
second base after the prom
lipstick collars and swapping lies.
It was lean on me
down by the river
It was late for chores, half way home
a place to start, looking back
standing still and ready to run.
It was my generation
dazed and confused.
It was rusty shorts, a fear of heights,
cannon balls, and belly smackers;
a stairway to heaven
now gentle on my mind
when homewared bound.
The bridge has been torn down,
disco killed the music
and I crossed other rivers.
We have all three been replaced
by something less elegant.
in the morning,
hot as asphalt
in an August sun.
It was Dannys' first kiss,
Kims' bikini, Hawaiian Tropic,
sandals, tan lines
and California dreaming.
It was Layla, Bobbie Magee, Jumpin Jack Flash,
Boones Farm, Mad Dog
and ten dollars an ounce
blowin in the wind.
It was muscle cars barking mating calls,
second base after the prom
lipstick collars and swapping lies.
It was lean on me
down by the river
It was late for chores, half way home
a place to start, looking back
standing still and ready to run.
It was my generation
dazed and confused.
It was rusty shorts, a fear of heights,
cannon balls, and belly smackers;
a stairway to heaven
now gentle on my mind
when homewared bound.
The bridge has been torn down,
disco killed the music
and I crossed other rivers.
We have all three been replaced
by something less elegant.
