lunette

i'm racing the sides of the cars

cause they glide when i'm riding through yards

but only at night

and i like the night

so gone when i'm caught up in things

symbols and copernicus rings

can't make the heavy hours

fly

i'm far from the streets of la

shadows of la corbusier

long arches of reinforced concrete stones

stretch out and tell me what's good

struck out

but i know that i should

focus and practice

this love that i've lent you

i'm always where you've been

but where have you gone?

i'm not allowed to know

i'm now allowed to go

i'm floating

i'm losing my hold

i'm falling into the unknown

san francisco bay

somewhere with you

blue eyes from a buffalo farm

symbols and tattoos on your arms

telling me how good

how good you feel

i'm cool in my yellow and blues

like berkeley is still on my shoes

you searching the silence for what to say

the stations are a mile or more

and oakland is closing its door

i know you wish you'd ask me to stay