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