Friday/saturday: 4 in the morning
Guaranteed every night, look down from the sky, see a City of lights
So nice, stayin’ here all things all right, I just might
die here and never leave
but with a big world, far away, out there
best believe, one day, I’ma go somewhere
Far from the freeways and intersections
and experience some peace and see some star collections
Far from paved asphalt and broken street lights
drive on dirt open paths through pitch black dark nights
Far from Golden bridges and bridges over a Bay
to small, cold lakes, from which civilization is two dozen miles away
No burgers, no fries, no 99 cent Tuesdays
just butchers and pickers, and fresh milk Mondays
But I won’t ever stay gone, out of place for too long
‘cus like “ohana means family,” leaving my City behind is wrong
This is my home, though sure I’ma roam, I’ma return home a prodigal
humbled, with some life lesson stories to tell in a way comprehensible
to my neighbors
of this City of lights
so nice, I can stay here all my years and all things can stay all right
so I could—just might.
