Whistle a tune and a smile comes along
But that smile will not linger
Like the Arcades and the roller rinks
Like the pool hall and the lunch room spades games
All a memory that brings that smile
Fades with time when the black turns gray
Or the lines are imprinted and the smooth faces fade
Take a bite into that world to Capital
Work that 9-5 for a luxury car
Or that house with the picket fence
But we buy into credit and become slaves to a system
Lost but not knowing we victims
Happiness is lost in the hype
To look like success when we are truly stressed
So, whistle a tune to take me back to simpler times
When my smile was real and I was truly happy
Free from everything and everyone
Being my true self and not finding a false ME
Take me back to a moment of pushing buttons on the arcade game
with a sonic boom
Or having on short shorts and oversize t shirt roller skating to Noriega
Take me back to the pool halls where the old men sit and the young men play
That lunch room game where I have all Aces and we’re bidding a Boston
Whistle a tune and a smile will come along
But that smile will not linger
Like the Arcades and the roller rinks
Like the pool halls
Or the lunch room space games