Hey, the Makings of a Real Event
He Slices Through the Urban Air,
Immediate and Confident
Yes, He's Riding On a Sonic Wave
Defining a Modern Pose
Arriving in the Status Age
I Watched the Animal Grace
Stir in His Painted Eyes
And Spring Into Life On His Face
Yes, the Drama of a Silent Stage
His Image Commands Respect
Personifies Style and Taste
Yes, He's Magic On the T.v Screen
Illuminating Living Room Walls,
The Power of His Frequency
I Watched, They Took the Stage Away
Gone With the Moving Crowd
I Felt So Misplaced
Left With My Naive Guitar
There in the Dim Parking Lot
I Saw Him Leave in a Car
I Stood in My Place
And Quietly Waved
Goodbye
To the Animal Grace