Dark and rolling figures move through prisms of no color
One by one, they walk the night, but never know each other.
Passion cast in neon lights light up the jeweled traveler
Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams, find questions, but no answers.
Startled eyes that sometimes see phantasmagoric splendor
Pirouette down palsied paths, with pennies for the vendor.
Terror signs look down upon a world that glitters glibly
And mountain sides put arms around the unsuspecting city
Daily Nightly
-- The Monkees
