Flashing Lonesome – Quicksilver Messenger Service

Flashing neon signs
Broadway down below
Flashing memories
Of someone I used to know

Sunlit afternoons
In each other’s arms
In the Petaluma Hills
With the dairy farms

And now, all I see…
Are the flashing neon signs

Feeling lonesome, flashes
Long ago, remind
Every kind of bluebird
The world’s sparkling, golden hair
And a crested fern

Now all I see…
Is flashing in my mind
While I’m staring
At the signs

Oh, oh, oh…
Whoa, oh, oh…

And now all I see…