Tekster: Monkees. Daily Nightly.

Darkened rolling figures move through
Prisms of no color
Hand in hand, they walk the night
But never know each other

Passioned pastel neon lights
Light up the jeweled trav?ler
Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams
Find questions, but no answers

Startled eyes that sometimes see
Phantasmagoria splendor
Pirouette down palsied paths
With pennies for the vendor

Salvation?s yours for just the time
It takes to pay the dancer
And once again such anxious men
Find questions, but no answers

The night has gone
And taken it?s infractions
While saddened eyes
Hope there will be a next one

Sahara signs look down upon
A world that glitters glibly
And mountain sides put arms around
The unsuspecting city

Second hands that minds have slowed
Are moving even faster
Toward bringing down someone who?s found
The questions, but no answers