Tomorrow

She wore blue sky Bomber Nova, Man dressed in red , opposite polar fiery devotion    she was diving into pools with Hipness to mars , he traveled solemn to a yellow brick road      wanted to speed pedal to the metal , yet her window said closed , he was heir of a rare place in the air    she was naughty by nature  innocent yet bad to the bone    They chased fires around trains and alley ways , spin the bottle crushing days      One degree  north of hope , she looked his way   He said hello    Happiness Pal