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