Song For Sandra Jeanne (Rites Of Passage)

We were painters and writers
 In the alleys and bars
 Juxtapositioned
 To the Harleys and cars
 You did what you had to
 On the streets of desire
 It was life for condition
 As the fever grew higher
 We were the ones
 Who sent the bottle with a message
 Truth's precision bows to none
 For the rites of passage
 It was time everlasting
 When the music played loud
 We held to the reverie
 And moved through the crowd
 On the road in the summers
 While the days went so fast
 Standing next to the screen door
 As the trees bent down to dance
 We were the ones
 Who sent the bottle with a message
 Truth's precision bows to none
 For the rites of passage
 Bergman in the afternoon
 Pale shades of grey light
 Cinematography
 Set the mood of the night
 There's strength in the abstract
 That requires no demands
 We'll sail all the way there
 Just to try once again
 We were the ones
 Who sent the bottle with a message
 We were the ones
 Who sent the bottle with a message
 Truth's precision bows to none
 For the rites of passage