I’m out and on the parkway, patient and waiting for headlights, dressed in a fashion that’s fitting to the inconsistencies of my mood.

And I’m not so sure, if I’m sure of anything anymore.

A beautiful girl can make you dizzy
Like you’ve been drinking jack and coke all morning
She can make you feel high
Full a single greatest commodity known to man
Promise, promise of a better day
Promise of a greater hope
Promise of a new tomorrow
This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl
In her smile and in her soul and the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like its gonna be ok…