What now

Jobs
Lots
Spots

Lights
Music
Time

Space
Speed
Air

Fresh
Summer
Grass

No more
Why not
Well I
You what
Should go

Never know
So what now
I really don't know

Should I
Shouldn't I

Where

Smokey mountains
blue grass

Never sure
Until jump

But I gotta now

Bye bye

I'll see be seeing you

But I know

And so do you

The show
Must go on!

See ya see ya bye

Behind the colored lights

Hulla bah loo Hoo rah loo What should I do? Grab Gags Or bags? It Is them. The lights that is. It's the lights that do it to you. They get in your blood. The air in the morning opening day. Deasel fuel and fresh cut grass. Later popcorn and fried Dough. A ride jock. It's who I am. But is it who I have to be ? do you know ??

No thing nothing

Flying away
I said nothing

Like it was nothing
But it was every thing.

Everything
On wings was headed south

It's awful I think
And on the long ride home

Flat tire
I nearly faltlined

At home I hated everyone
I needed only one

Too bad nothing
No thing I could do

You flew away
Gone on that day

I wanted to...
Stop it
Fix it
Undo
Repeat
Retry
Relove
Relive

No way
No chance
No time
No place
No thing
Nothing

Needed
Want

Lost and gone


Maybe an encore
One day.