Daily Nightly

Daily Nightly - The Monkees
Darkened rolling figures move
through prisms of no color
Hand in hand, they walk the night,
but never know each other
Passion pastel neon lights light up the jewelled trav'ler
Who, lost in scenes of smoke-filled dreams
Find questions, but no answers
Startled eyes that sometimes see
phantasmagoric splendor
Pirouhette down palsied paths
with pennies for the vendor
Salvation's yours for just the time
it takes to pay the dancer
Once again, such anxious men
find questions but no answers
The night has gone and taken its infraction
While reddened eyes hope there will be a next one
Sahara signs look down upon a world that glitters glibly
And mountainsides put arms
around the unsuspecting city
Second hands that minds
have slowed are moving even faster
Toward bring down someone who's found
The questions, but no answers