City Lights

Man, look at those city lights
Far above the trestle bridge
And the foggy form of Eureka
Are we feeling lucky tonight?
The planes land silently
And the ghosts of ANA boys
The dirt bikes rust down the creek below
Where in the hell does that train line lead anyway?
Down there, first kisses
And jokes I never understood
Down there, small moments of glory
Etched like a turning point in the epic novel of my life
The novel of my life
The distinctive beauty
And the unforgettable sound
Of an HD Holden going past
Ah, sweet memory, blast me from my sleep
Let it not be decided, not here not now
Let it not be decided, not here not now