And my brothers in arms
and days on the rode
trying to be heroes
and outrun ghosts

(Remember when we
had the lifetime highs
of the miracle times)

She wore her life like a
a transparent garment revealing
a golden goddess too fine
to see

When we squinted our eyes
in the sunlight we could see
rainbows through feathers

A call to your higher
self

(disdain for perfection)
you hunt a primal
machine

Fullfillment of all
desires

Riders of analog machines
choking on digital miasma

I'd like to breathe the unrestricted
fumes of the 70's again.

Stop by someone's house,
let the phone ring off the hook

(stumble through forests
reading books of poetry

skip class smoking
cigs lifted off our parents

When you were gone you
were gone
no electronic grid to
hide from)

Eagle or owl
He'll  beat your
hand everytime

Can.t make rules
for an outlaw