Drivin' down the old beat,

Thinking about my necessary contemplations,

Maintaining independence, terms of affections,

Wonder if it's all in the constellations;

 

And they seem to shine a bit more brightly,

As if to signify some kind of recognition,

Even so, It seems I've dressed up for the ball

And missed it by my own volition;

 

In this world of technological innovation,

Highways of information,

Hoaxes pose as revelation;

It's time to leave it all behind

Time to find another day,

Of sunsets, clouds and rainy days,

A day where I can have some time

Away