PASTEL

Jay Moglia

I'm pushin' my metal down Main Street
Sold and bought 'till I get a response
There's a singing bird stuck in a horror
And the plans form their places and plots
Counting time when the weather is steamin'
Counting time when the edges are froze
I'm pushin' the mixture down Main Street
And I don't even know where it goes

Blue skies gonna swallow your memory
Gonna take it and spit it all out
In a moment you've got an illusion
But it's not what you think it's about
And the plane flying by it sparkles
And the plane flying by looks so free
Blue skies got a hold on your memory
And it's not what you want it to be

Playing the jester and servant
Picking the pieces that fall
There's a trace of the pattern that started
It's a trace just a trace that's all
When the noise is so loud there's no quiet
When the noise turns into a song
Playing a role you've been given
Playing and playing along