Through My Ray-Bans

Yeah, I know a place where kings and paupers
Drink with the dreamers and the cheaters and the longers
And the dealers deal aces from a loaded stack of cards
Now what if I told you a place existed
Where the magic in the air tastes like moonlight on the lips
And no hand in the deck beat a pair of hearts
Everybody’s got their arms around
Everybody else’s shoulders
Guarding against the world outside
Like an army of Friday night soldiers
The battle wages tomorrow
But tonight you don’t give a damn
Wish you could stay the way I see you
Through my Ray Bans
I see a place where a moment in time
Is a kaleidoscope of color on a canvas of white
Where the voices roar at the noise of the poet’s whine
Would you believe my story, oh, about what I’m setting
If I told you the tale I’m in the middle of telling
Yes, it’s true as the blue in the grass or the green in the sky
Everybody’s got their arms around
Everybody else’s shoulders
Guarding against the world outside
Like an army of Friday night soldiers
The battle wages tomorrow
But tonight you don’t give a damn
Wish you could stay the way I see you
Through my Ray Bans
Everybody’s got their arms around
Everybody else’s shoulders
Guarding against the world outside
Like an army of Friday night soldiers
The battle wages tomorrow
But tonight we’ve got a drink in our hand
Wish you could stay the way I see you
Through my Ray Bans