driven out of bed with bright eyes
and yellow starlight,
fighting for a ghost of clarity
that slowly comes to me
by throwin' on a shirt and jeans
and a look of innocence
the red skies and gasoline
in the radiance,
burnin' out a stretch of concrete,
with a racin' heartbeat
tradin' in my years for hours
with the gods and cowards
and somewhere at the end of it
where the road becomes a fence,
she points into the infinite,
into the radiance
and she says,
"don't be fooled,
don't be fooled,
don't be fooled by the real thing"
out of sight, of mind, she chooses
for her scars and bruises
it hit like a pack of fire works
a spark confuses
A citadel of razor wire
i'm a captive audience
i see the search lights and forest fires
in the radiance
and she says,
"wait, wait, there it is--
don't be fooled,
don't be fooled,
don't be fooled by the real thing"
it's true,
it's true,
i believe
it's true
it's true
i believed her reasoning
"don't be fooled,
don't be fooled,
don't be fooled by the real thing"
"don't be fooled,
don't be fooled,
don't be fooled by the real thing"
and she says
"wait, wait, there it is"
and she says
"wait, wait"