Hey, the makings of a real event He slices through the urban air, Immediate and confident Yes, he's riding on a sonic wave Defining a modern pose Arriving in the status age I watched the animal grace Stir in his painted eyes And spring into life on his face Yes, the drama of a silent stage His image commands respect Personifies style and taste Yes, he's magic on the t.v screen Illuminating living room walls, The power of his frequency I watched, they took the stage away Gone with the moving crowd I felt so misplaced Left with my naive guitar There in the dim parking lot I saw him leave in a car I stood in my place And quietly waved Goodbye To the animal grace