Flashing Lonesome

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…