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Lights on my couch
In the haze of nothingness
Caught in a trance of the cathode rays
It was the '80s, a lazy afternoon
The TV flickered like a fading tune
And then out of the screen
A new man appeared
Never crossed a baby face
Long hair flowing assay
"Just a sign," that's all he said
Over a folk guitar, I raised my head
In that quiet, serene morning light
He brought color to my black and white
A hint of '60s in his grace
A joyful cause in my Sunday
Something pure, a spark so rare
The answer to my prayer
He walked the path my idols paved
British invasion, their once enslaved
With roaring guitars, they shook the land
And he was history in hand
And then out of the screen
A new man appeared
Never crossed a baby face
Long hair flowing assay
A miracle on Sunday screen
Or a dream where I'd been
If I just faded or revived
My young prophets John and Jack
Then out of the screen
A new man appeared
Never crossed a baby face
Long hair flowing assay
A miracle on Sunday screen
Or a dream where I'd been
If I just faded or revived
My young prophets John and Jack