Hey, the makings of a real event
  He slices through the urban air,
  Immediate and confident
  Yes, he?s riding on a sonic wave
  Defining a modern pose
  Arriving in the status age
  
  I watched the animal grace
  Stir in his painted eyes
  And spring into life on his face
  
  Yes, the drama of a silent stage
  His image commands respect
  Personifies style and taste
  Yes, he?s magic on the t.v screen
  Illuminating living room walls,
  The power of his frequency
  
  I watched, they took the stage away
  Gone with the moving crowd
  I felt so misplaced
  Left with my naive guitar
  There in the dim parking lot
  I saw him leave in a car
  I stood in my place
  And quietly waved
  Goodbye
  To the animal grace