Golden Hour

When you rise and step out through the front hall door
Keys in shift first gear right down to the floor
Starbucks calling you to grab some java bean
Morning smell of milk and good old mass caffeine

Do you like sight of all, the bums and tricks you see they’re staying nowhere nice

Fool me twice roll the dice
Peaceful touch I got to say it’s not too much
Golden hour is all I want tonight

Work life takes on shapes you know at every turn
Deadlines make you sweat with pain and feel the burn
Cooler talk with people wasting gossip time
No go it ain’t their business on my nickeled dime

Do we think that’s all we know, the flirts and jerks you see they’re saying nothing nice

Fool me twice roll the dice
Peaceful touch I got to say it’s not too much
Golden hour is all I want tonight

-guitar solo-

Road rage comes across the I-10 feeder road
From left guns are pointed out with deadly load
She screamed cars crashed through a never changing light
Sirens in the distance far too late alright

Do you say it’s all the same, the good and great you see they’re never always nice

Fool me twice roll the dice
Peaceful touch I got to say it’s not too much
Golden hour is all I want tonight