Tomorrow Tonight

Summer nights seen by many, felt by few.
Stars are seen through wisps of smoke.
The whole world is in your stereo and
It is colliding into the airwaves.
The night brings darkness but
It provides clarity.
Our hands reach out to grasp what is seen 
But what is seen flies away too quickly.
Was it ever really there?
When did being young start being so hard?
Growing old to die.
Growing truth to lie. 
Cut back on the pessimism.
Cut back on the optimism.
The glass is there with liquid in it.
Let's move on.