The Starting Line
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 didn't 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 we're leading our lives, it's music that still makes us come out at night for good times.
Lighten up cause its summer and we're just having fun. We're 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 didn't 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....
Static..there's 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 won't listen to commercials or the same ten songs over and over and over...
I'm flying from your room to the sun with classic jazz still spilling from my lungs.