This is Friday afternoon
The movie is over much too soon
I watched The Lonely Hunter story

When he was in trouble
I knew it was a bubble

Spit It out
Spit out the dark dome of heroes
Back on the streets
Spit out of my day dream
Into my summer town heat

Sunlight much too bright
Oh yes I know, today’s still on
Where is the angel, where is he gone

Desire for a secret town
I know this is my place to drown