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