Hey, the makings of a real event

He slices through the urban air,

Immediate and confident

Yes, he's riding on a sonic wave

Defining a modern pose

Arriving in the status age



I watched the animal grace

Stir in his painted eyes

And spring into life on his face



Yes, the drama of a silent stage

His image commands respect

Personifies style and taste

Yes, he's magic on the t.v screen

Illuminating living room walls,

The power of his frequency



I watched, they took the stage away

Gone with the moving crowd

I felt so misplaced

Left with my naive guitar

There in the dim parking lot

I saw him leave in a car

I stood in my place

And quietly waved

Goodbye

To the animal grace