we are misfits
people rejected by the norm
weirdoes,
from the day we were born

exploring the streets
all i see is the bright lights
of a tedious reality
buildings aching to be seen

Got to Go take me to where to where i belong in the summer night my memory must have gone … More

every night i travel the land
every night i look –
and as i go, so swift
through the sky, to take a look
and then, i present my gift

sitting in my room
i do not know what to do
i am getting hung up –
over you

perhaps i did not want –
to be on my own
i used to wait by the phone
waiting to see –
what your voice would bring

she may be in disguise
but, don’t fall in love
with her lies

i tell you
the world cannot be real
i tell you that
and so much more