First time in this life
Oh what a perfect night
Cats and a barbecue, the monks then making music.
She’s singin’ how’s it goin’?
I’m hummin’ I don’t know.
Wright purred out her soul before
a walk through rock city.
I remember to talk, I’d walk outside.
It was winter, it was warm.
Maybe it’s all just a memory
or maybe I think real is what’s make-believe.
Stamped into this life
Where is the road to that night?