The Silver Light

There is no day or night

in the forest of slot machines,

flashing lights and cigarettes,

free refills on your drink.

But if the golden deer of luck

never leaps the black jack felt,

past old men with their oxygen

feeding quarters to the slots

Will you see the silver light?

Can you see the silver light?

Can you see it hiding

there in your empty hands?

Will you see the silver light?

Can you see the silver light?

Can you see it shining

there in your empty hands?

Beefy nachos, chicken wings,

all you can eat buffet.

A bar shaped like a racing car,

neon glow stick in your drink.

And if the angels never come,

soaring down on golden wings

and anoint your shaking fist

with a pair of paper kings

Will you see the silver light?

Can you see the silver light?

Can you see it hiding

there in your empty hands?

Will you see the silver light?

Can you see the silver light?

Can you see it shining

there in your empty hands?