I dont even know what this is...I just miss home...
Good ol' Mister Morrison told me that it's a wonderful night for a "moondance", and he never steers me wrong, so wont you take me dancing in the moonlight? Grab my hand and lets just fall into eachother. Spin me around and let the moonlight soak into my hair. Rosie my cheeks and I'll kiss your nose. Take me home. Home to where stereotypes collide, to where contradictions cohabitate, to where the streets all know my name. Take me to Detroit where the lights burn like a little Vegas and jazz pours out of the sewers in the night air. Like the beautiful sparkling lights in your Christmas tree is how the houses are illuminated in the city I love. I wouldn't want to run those streets with anyone else. Hold me while we explore the history and brand new stories that are just beginning.....like ours.