Lights come on from neighbors woken up and the flash is our cue for the dash to the car to the back porch, where we laugh and we pass to the left and reflect on expected repetativenes. The Dial didnt slip an inch from that station.
We were floating in your room to the songs of classic jazz flowing all night long. As fast as were leading our lives, its music that still makes us come out at night for good times.
Lighten up cause its summer and were just having fun. Were too young to be out-running and ducking the fuzz. But your room was a safer than a spacious place witht the clarinet filling the entire thing. The dial didnt slip and inch from that station that would play the hits of our grandparents time, while I flawlessly chime in at the hit of the ride and say....
Im floating
Static..theres nothing but static programed by popular demand....and then a light appeared directly over my head and it illuminated as great as the idea that came. It was simple, we wont listen to commercials or the same ten songs over and over and over...
Im flying from your room to the sun with classic jazz still spilling from my lungs.
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