Meatballs and alphabets,
Ashtrays and cigarettes,
What do they all have in common?

Signposts of the future,
or reflections of the past?

Meatballs and alphabets,
Ashtrays and cigarettes,
What do they all have in common?

Not symbols of a rest stop,
but visions of a quest.

Meatballs and alphabets,
Ashtrays and cigarettes,
What do they all have in common?

Old time rock and roll philosophy,
the sharing of our souls.

Strangers at a bus stop,
or friends at a rest stop?

Strangers who cannot see,
or friends who truly feel?

Searching for meaning down roads less traveled...
The road that appears a dead end,
is merely uncharted until paved.

The road less traveled
is far less lonely than they believe,
For beyond what they can see,
is what you perceive.

Unafraid of the darkness,
a thought, a dream, a vision,
shared by two strangers,
turns the darkness into light.

Where darkness embraces
those who dare to travel,
spectors of a distance..
through the caverns of our minds.

Meatballs and alphabets,
Ashtrays and cigarettes,
What do they all have in common?

The fire that cleanses,
brings ashes that refreshes.

Meatballs and alphabets,
Ashtrays and cigarettes,
What do they all have in common?

Forever anchor in our mind,
a way of traveling through time...

Copyright 1994 T.R. Peracchio