LIMO
Beneath the stained wood and polished glass, there is a current of magic that runs through the Hotel. Tonight I find myself in an elevator rising up beyond the rooftop…up to a landing strip overlooking the cityscape…a place where rumors collect and imagination runs like watercolors. Out along the runways, beneath a panoply of stars, an intergalactic party rolls on. Somewhere a band is playing, music spreading out across the Milky Way like starlight.
I watch in amazement…but something nameless is calling me away. Before I can react, a sleek Black Limo pulls up beside me, stops…motor running. The Chauffeur stares out through tinted glass. I stare back. We’re a mirror image of each other. We both smile.
It’s about to get very interesting…
The Story is the Song
(Lyrics)
The phone never rang, but I took the call
Went and got a highway down from the wall
Climbed in my Limo…full of empty spaces
Sat in the dark…tried on a thousand different faces
My chauffeur appeared, he’s sometimes hard to see
Don’t follow my orders but he looks a lot like me
Turned around slow, looked me in the eye
Said I’ll take you somewhere where the rubber meets the sky
Driver, drive me away
Pour me a drink from the Milky Way
Somewhere, somehow there’s that place called Love
Label my direction…in search of
He fingered the wheel like he was holding a guitar
Said wherever you go son is not always where you are
Thought I heard laughter underneath the hood
He said it all runs on music
when the world’s looking good
So throw away the seat belts… roll those windows down
Tonight we’re going Zen, strip the circus from the clown
He drove high above the city lights
Then he took a perfect smile, tossed it out into the night
Driver, drive me away…
We ride the invisible highways, out past the Amnesia webs and the lost cities. Out where stars are born and squandered…and the Big Bands play big…and the nightlife goes on forever…and all around the Secrets whisper.
Drive on… drive on…
We traveled in silence into deep space
Where spiritual detectives go looking for grace
And UFO boys and guys out on mission
Playing all night poker in a cosmic kitchen
Driver began to fade like a watercolor in the rain
And the planets sang like prisoners free of chains
I took off my final mask, dropped it with a sigh
You see…we’ve done a lot of crawling
but we were born to fly
Driver, drive me away…