From the dark side to the light
Tired eyes are slow to adjust
Once slipping, now skating away
From sawdust to stardust
—
After the fierce rain, a double rainbow
The damp air pops with electricity
Bold sunlight divides the blue-gray sky
To the heavens, creator of synchronicity
—
A poor man casts off his soiled luck
Good fortune is form-fitting
Hugging tightly, a firm reminder
Benefits of some pinch hitting
—
Desire has tricky rewards
Gold can fill your pocket
And burn through the soul
Or reside in a worn locket
—
A mirage knows many tricks
Tainted love is blinding and needy
Tempts more than just the gambler
From compassionate to greedy
Ticket 2 Ride 