To Sheila

                                            twilight fades
                                        through blistered avalon
                                         the sky's cruel torch
                                         on arching autobahn
                                        into the uncertain divine
                                      we scream into the last divine

                                          you make me real
                                          you make me real
                                           strong as i feel
                                          you make me real

                                    sheila rides on crashing nightingale
                                    intake eyes leave passing vapor trails
                                       with blushing brilliance alive
                                        because it's time to arrive

                                          you make me real
                                          you make me real
                                           strong as i feel
                                          you make me real

                                     lately I just can't seem to believe
                                  discard my friends to change the scenery
                                  it meant the wrold to hold a bruising faith
                                     but now it's just a matter of grace

                                      a summer storm graces all of me
                                     highway warm sing silent poetry
                                       I could bring you the light
                                     and take you home into the night

                                          you make me real
                                     lately I just can't seem to believe
                                          you make me real
                                  discard my friends to change the scenery
                                           strong as i feel
                                  it meant the wrold to hold a bruising faith
                                          you make me real
                                     but now it's just a matter of grace