Limousine Dream
Lyrics and Music: Ron Wrolson
Published by ZenSongs Music - ©2022

2 a.m., Eyes open, 
Sittin’ here wishin’ and a-hopin’ that you'll call.
Quit stalling! I ain’t fallin’ for another line, 
a diamond alibi.
Hey Baby, What’s shakin’?
I’m givin’ and you’ been takin’!
I’m patient, I’m on station by the curbside.
Let me take you for a ride.

Limousines and magazines, well they got you girl, 
(In between the lines)
Starstruck! I’m outta’ luck!
Come on and rock my world!
(Running out of time)
Things ain’t always what they seem . . .
‘Can’t wake up . . .
from this Limousine Dream.

When I met ya’, 
I coulda’ bet ya was a movie star.  
A real hottie, a little naughty like a fast car.
Gold digger, a hair-trigger with an appetite, 
You’re in the market, a new target on the hunt tonight.

I’ve had enough! Your kind of love is like a falling star!
(burning in the night)
I’m here and you’re so far away.
(slippin’ out of sight)
Things aren’t really what they seem . . .
in this Limousine Dream!

(bridge solo)

2 a.m., Eyes open, 
Sittin’ here wishin’ and a-hopin’ you’ll call.
Quit stalling! I ain’t fallin’ for another line, 
No “diamond alibis”
Hey Baby, What’s shakin’?
Im givin’ and you’ been takin’!
So patient, I’m on station by the curbside.
Wanna’ take you for a ride.

Limousines and magazines, well they got you girl, 
(In between the lines)
Starstruck! I’m outta’ luck!
Come on and rock my world.
(Running out of time)
Things ain’t always as they seem,
but I can’t wake up! 
from this Limousine Dream.

Limousine Dream *

In Cooler Air
Lyrics and Music Production: Ron Wrolson
Published by ZenSongs Music - ©2023

In the swelter of the urban heat
the sirens draw a crowd.
The city opens up another vein
to let it all bleed out.

Take me to the higher ground.
Oh tell me . . . Where is love?
Where can peace be found? 
On and on, I’d fly away. 
High up there without a care
Meet me somewhere in the cooler air.

They say that intuition
is the eye of the soul.
Like a flash across the universe,
its tale of virtue told.
Angel on my shoulder
keeps screaming in my ear . . .
The Devil in the gutter whispers:
“Come on over here!”. . . 
“And hey, the weather’s fine, 
Have you got something on your mind?”


Take me to the higher ground.
Oh tell me . . .
Where is love? 
Where can peace be found?
On and on, Let’s fly away,
High up there without a care
Meet me somewhere in the cooler air.

Hello up there! 
Throw me a rope!
So I can climb out of this dirty city
while there’s still hope.

Pull me up to higher ground.
Oh tell me . . . 
Is there still a place 
where peace and love are found?
On and on we’ll fly away . . .
Free out there without a care.
Meet me somewhere in the cooler air.

Suddenly, it all gets very easy,
walking on a cloud,
a voice above the crowd.
It’s not the dream I’m chasing that gets me high.
It’s more the fears I’m facing. I’ll tell you why . . .
Just walk with me a while. 
I’ll take you there in style . . . And you say:

Take me to that higher ground.
Oh tell me how to find that place
where love is all around?
And I say: On and on, we’ll fly into the dawn,
Free out there . . .
Somewhere in the cooler air.

rw
3/20/23

In Cooler Air *

Songwriter, Guitarist, Keyboardist - From Tacoma Wa.

In Cooler Air *

Ron Wrolson

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