Tag Archives: Sunset

Star Drop

Star drop, take a ride,
On the plane where spirits glide,
See myself become aware.
Stars burn in a fire,
The universe is a funeral pyre,
Feel myself become aware.

Star drop, glowing still,
Body rushing with the thrill,
Maybe someday I will turn.
Skies are opened wide,
With the changing in my eye,
Feel like I am in a turn.

Star drop, evening’s fire,
I’m awake, I am not tired,
Tuned in and ready to go.
Light flash in the sky,
The thunder rings a lullaby,
Tuned in and ready to know.

Star drop, breaking through,
The darkened sky to come to you,
Wake up and open my eyes.
Daybreak, dawn at last,
The future no more than the past,
Wake up and open my eyes.

Sunset Avenue

Dawn was breaking everywhere when I came into this world anew,
And ever since, the world’s been turning, there was nothing I could do,
And I knew the light could only last so long, before it slowly slipped out of view.
So I went out on the road, not for glory or gold, I only wanted to find the truth.
And ever since I’ve been walking down this Sunset Avenue.

I passed a man with long grey hair and dull, listless eyes,
I saw a thousand stories never told amongst the lies.
And then he’s gone, I had moved on, still further down the road,
To the grave he’ll go, and we’ll never know, all the things he meant to do,
And still I searched for my answers out on Sunset Avenue.

Then I passed by the place where dreams all go to die,
And I quickened my pace, I couldn’t bear to see the faces asking “Why?”
But then I thought I heard a voice, and I thought I heard it calling for me.
Oh can’t you see, I’m still so young and free, don’t try and drag me down with you,
But I knew one day I’d be back out on Sunset Avenue.

I’ve been to the place where children go, when they die before they reach two.
And I stood on the wall, and looked out on them all, not even able to move.
And I heard them crying, all alone, in eternal solitude.
Why oh God why, did they have to die, before they had even reached two?
And here they will wait, for there is no escape from Sunset Avenue.

I saw a thousand mothers crying, with their heads all in their hands,
And some were sitting and some were lying, not even able to stand,
After the years out on the road, searching for their lost sons,
Some taken by knives, and some taken by guns, but there was nothing they could do,
But still they search, no matter how much it hurts, on Sunset Avenue.