time changes everything

[street_legal]

Summer is humming hot now, the cicadas in the trees and the lighting bugs by dark green vales after dark. And life is rushing hotly by, better and richer than ever before. A year ago I could never have imagined it would be this way. It was all confusion and sadly wondering . . . "Friday night I'm going nowhere, All the lights are changing green to red Turning over TV stations Situations running through my head . . ." A year and a half or so of that, and you fight and you run, and you fight some more and basically refuse to go down gasping, and suddenly it's Saturday, and then, like an unexpected gift, the cards change-- "Saturday, I'm running wild And all the lights are changing red to green Moving through the crowd I'm pushing Chemicals all rushing through my bloodstream." I've made some big decisions and things are different now. A good different. David Gray's Babylon, full of red and green lights, keeps runnin' through my head. It's hot but good and July, July, we both wake up so dry, that no more tears can leave us . . . If you want it, come and get it. It might take some time. But it will come. It will come.