Lyrical

Woke up quick, at about noon and started making banana pancakes. The earth was shaking, and my mind was aching from last night's gin and juice. Gravity just kept working against me in my teenage wasteland. So, I decided to take this sad song and make it better. I kicked off my Sunday shoes and electrically slid right out the back door of my home in Illinois.

I was just sitting in the afternoon sun when a material girl pulled up next to me and asked me to get in her car. “In your dreams!” I got on a magic bus, and the wheels were going round and round when I think I saw God trying to make His way home. Da. Da. Da. When we got to my stop, I stood up, and put one of those fingers on each hand up and pulled the chord. I walked the line and stepped off into a whole new world.

I crossed Highway Hell and a bridge over troubled water to my favorite little shop on the corner. I ordered a yellow sub and an American pie and washed them down with some red, red wine. Good thing I didn’t spill it. I just sat there, waiting and wishing for my friend Johnny Begoode, but he didn’t show because I think he got high. I guess that friend wouldn’t help me get by.

Seeing clearly now and flying high as a kite, I felt like the fortunate son. On the intersection of Thunder Road and Route 66, I saw a gold friend hanging in the backstreet. I shouted, “Louie!” A little bit louder now, “Louie!” He wanted to get jiggy with it, but I said, “Hey, now. You’re an all-star! Don’t you have to play?” He said that he was a free bird and asked to go to the place where guitars gently weep and the piano man plays for free.

There was a Bohemian band playing their rhapsody, making me comfortably numb. As Louie and I watched what was going on, all our friends came in like rolling stones. Layla, Jude, Eleanor, Billy, Jeane, and even that hound dog Baba. God only knows where he came from. I could only imagine. We started to feel the teen spirit and good vibrations, rocking and rolling all night long. I was feeling white and nerdy so Dougie taught me some new moves. We stayed all together now until the night slipped away and we saw the rising sun. The dawn’s early light had a purple haze.

Eventually we walked our own way and I was soon falling slowly into my bed. As the sandman entered and I drifted into the river of dreams, I smiled. Tonight was a good, good night. I had a feeling it would be.