We were all clamoring for redemption,

but the five and dime was boarded up,

bric-a-brac scattered asunder,

so we sought out a venue of greater anticipation.

The gastronome was vibrating with elegance,

we could feel the energy tingle at our fingertips,

the conversation was precise,

the topic was our destiny.

Debating the search for Vulcan seemed promising,

teetering on the cusp of prophecy,

speculating about the impossible,

dreaming our dreams.

We were the power and the glory,

we were the unquestioned answers,

we climbed the stairway to paradise and then,

we invented rock ‘n roll.