i step out of a dream
i was a child of the new age
wrapped in an american flag
sun burned face
california’s open arms will shelter me
i have a voice but i’m not sure what i want to say
what do i want to say?
i set off for the river but the banks had all been gated off
so i followed their telephone wires and streetlights and sleeping houses
it was such a thing of beauty, i could look in but never touch
it was such a thing of beauty.