A mirage of concrete is what I see,

Soaring high above me.

 

Familiar faces fill the town,

No one even has a frown.

Split moments of the city’s life,

Eating hotdogs with a knife.

 

Dreams are made and colored in,

Outside the line of rules, they bend.

Junior’s brings us all together,

Life can’t get any better.

 

A mirage of concrete is what I see,

Soaring high above me.

Dreams are made and colored in,

Outside the line of rules, they bend.