City Lights - Jack Howard

Man, look at those city lights

Far above the trestle bridge

And the foggy form of Eureka

Are we feeling lucky tonight?

The planes land silently

And the ghosts of ANA boys

The dirt bikes rust down the creek below

Where in the hell does that train line lead anyway?

Down there, first kisses

And jokes I never understood

Down there, small moments of glory

Etched like a turning point in the epic novel of my life

The novel of my life

The distinctive beauty

And the unforgettable sound

Of an HD Holden going past

Ah, sweet memory, blast me from my sleep

Let it not be decided, not here not now

Let it not be decided, not here not now