Suburbia and Subdivisions.
Walking in the dark it's cold outside. I see the tiny spark of a firefly. I hear the echo of the crickets' cry. It moves me as much as Primus' Frizzle Fry. Walking in the dark beneath the moon and the stars. The sound of a doggy bark greets me from afar. The smell of cut grass permeates my nose. I almost trip over someone's garden hose. Walking in the dark the sprinklers go off. I'm pondering the nature of the lepton and the quark. Through the darkness cuts a car's beams. I hear the sirens scream I wonder what it means.
Music and lyrics: Ram