Marigold

The great migration west
On my mind like distant textbook I guess
And everybody gets to go
While I'm thinking here in a coffee shop in Chicago
Of the summer I was raised
Drinking beer not far from the steel mill haze
Flashed the marigold shades
We'd sit on the rocks and stare out at the waves
And talk about our fears
To sit around and wait for years
And man how great it would be to come back
If we just took off like some breezing Jack Kerouacs

Well the talking runs cheap
When the dharma bums are getting no sleep
Watchin out for daylight
like full moon cats jumpin from a dog bite

'Cause I never thought the sun could ever get cold
Or follow in my father's footsteps alone
And every good rebel would never get old
In that flash of marigold
We got blinded by the marigold

Stood on the railroad tracks
Like spark and heat of a ghost that never looks back
All good things I know
Are rushing through my heart when the whistle blows
And the sweet bitter pain
Of reminiscing youth like a speeding train
And the crash thunderbolt
Those days fly by in a spark of marigold

Well the talking runs cheep
When the dharma bums are getting no sleep
Watchin out for daylight
like full moon cats jumpin from a dog bite

We got blinded by the marigold
We got blinded by the marigold