Flashing Lonesome - Quicksilver Messenger Service

Flashing neon signs

Broadway down below

Flashing memories

Of someone I used to know

Sunlit afternoons

In each other’s arms

In the Petaluma Hills

With the dairy farms

And now, all I see…

Are the flashing neon signs

Feeling lonesome, flashes

Long ago, remind

Every kind of bluebird

The world’s sparkling, golden hair

And a crested fern

Now all I see…

Is flashing in my mind

While I’m staring

At the signs

Oh, oh, oh…

Whoa, oh, oh…

And now all I see…