Hanging on the side of the road
Colors begin to explode
Sharpened jaws of life drippin' with stains of strife
And juxtaposed on the wall
Your tales have grown too tall
And mirrors glow with friction
Straight out of another direction
Now fantasy has a way of mystifying the day
And paths of light through night delivering sight of right
Can't you see the cosmic clock and a timeless drifting walk
Shelves of paths unseen blocked up by routine
Dreaming in tones of green with visions never seen
And this glowing bridge of trails strung from ships with sails
And the moon can't end the day and the sun can't lead the way
And traveling in the shade when the crystal glasses fade
Much darkened days
Retroactive phase
Cloudy glowing eyes magnifying size
And the element of surprise dictates what be wise
Once you get in your car go slow and hear the guitar solo