Baby Blue in Hollywood

Goddess, disguised under woolen robes and corduroy
Paying no attention to the stop signs
Rambling on tiptoes through a symphony of smiling faces
Where the night goes running wild through her blood
And footsteps are like fog that growls
The sky was empty
Without stars
Music filled her eyes with words
As this mythical legend danced
All wrapped up in crazy dreams
That have left time behind
Back at the gate
Where tales of eternity are being told
To the ones
Who saw the jester
Remove his painted mask