Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
this is and ever shall be a song about alienation, about being young and cast out. i was there. were you? and here we are now.
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
it happened, didn’t it? it did.
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
at this point we pause and pledge not to cast anyone out. please. inclusion.
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth
these things happen. and hurt when they do. this song takes me back many decades, and also brings to mind things things happening now, not necessarily to me. onward:
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
yes. drawn, into the night, searching.
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
not selling my dreams for anything. but not to say they’ve never been sold. they have.
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights…
i’ll go for a small walk on those streets tonight, here in the suburbs. and i’ll remember younger days and be glad for what is.