Girl of my Dreams

Hecklers hassle in the streets
in this humid ocean town.
We're on the run
from daughters and sons
we no longer want to be.
Memories cut out
at the point
when life turned into this.
Our modern songs
turned into sing-a-longs
while we were day-tripping out of here.
A momentary lapse
on the sunny side
let strangers see the truth.
We're too dumb to be sane
in these dying days
when we've seen the greener grass.
Managing to constantly
steal the show
during our shock-fest vanity trip.
I gave in to the slide
as I lost my mind
and greeted the abyss.