somedays i chase,
chase the evening rays
like the blue birds in the western sky,
on open roads, i try to fly,
flirting with the breeze, it kisses my face,
i talk to the birds, the ones i race,
slowly slowly i loose them into the setting sun,
so i slow down to admire the tangerine colored one,
but it keeps moving, dipping down and down,
as if signalling me to head back to town,
so i think for a while and hit the brake,
coming to a halt besides a small calm lake,
i then hop onto the bonnet of my scarlet car,
and sit there to wait for my next friend, the pole star
but the travelling clouds seem to have other plans,
they play out the drums to the tune of a rain dance
and the orange sky slowly grows dark and hazy,
like the million thoughts driving me crazy,
but i think i love it, i aint complaining,
cause i can smell the sweet sand as it starts raining,
so i get drenched dancing as long as i can
and head back to town, a washed out, satisfied man
and though often in my home i sit and laze,
but then there are those days when i chase,
chase the evening rays
