Our Golden West

Our golden west

Where dreams of our fathers lay

The yellow and grey pictures from by the bay

So long ago, people at their best, envied by the rest, they passed their test, now at rest.

 

A crumb of the dream for me, so tasty yet not filling.

The crowds and masses from the east

They came to dream as well, and dream they did of something frightening

And now the crowds fill the passes, not dreaming in the least.