Title: Grenadine

Artist: P J Loughran

We roll through rhythmic roadside beams
Past franchise fare, that wasn’t there
The last time we rolled by on our retreat


My sullen high school chum, it seems
Is running to the same stand still
Since lost love’s wicked will forced his defeat


Now all I seem to see..
Are the promises of sunny, perfect lives
By the way side
And as for me…
I keep my eye on idle dreams
I sip my sweet suburban grenadineVERSE 2


Past Jericho and Courthouse Rd
The skyline’s new; my memory’s askew
The status quo has closed the carnival where we used to play


And due to weakened turn-out fear
My first ten-year reunion is repealed
The fat and unfulfilled breath a sigh of sweet relief


Now all I seem to see…
Are the promises of sunny, perfect lives
By the way side
And as for me…
I keep these pipe dreams clean…
I sip my sweet suburban grenadineBRIDGE


Now I tour these streets
With righteous pride


And I shrug the cynic’s creed
By which my ways have come to coincide


Well this is my home,
This is where my true romance and childhood lie


So I hold my breath tight,
And I kiss that big Long Island sky...


The late November weekend runs
That same old scene, I catch the 5:19
We say the same good-byes, and play our parting pleasantries


And as my railcar rides the sun
My world blurs by these grateful eyes


I keep my home behind…
And just two steps in front of me.