Song For Sandra Jeanne (Rites Of Passage) - Jackie DeShannon

We were painters and writers

In the alleys and bars

Juxtapositioned

To the Harleys and cars

You did what you had to

On the streets of desire

It was life for condition

As the fever grew higher

We were the ones

Who sent the bottle with a message

Truth’s precision bows to none

For the rites of passage

It was time everlasting

When the music played loud

We held to the reverie

And moved through the crowd

On the road in the summers

While the days went so fast

Standing next to the screen door

As the trees bent down to dance

We were the ones

Who sent the bottle with a message

Truth’s precision bows to none

For the rites of passage

Bergman in the afternoon

Pale shades of grey light

Cinematography

Set the mood of the night

There’s strength in the abstract

That requires no demands

We’ll sail all the way there

Just to try once again

We were the ones

Who sent the bottle with a message

We were the ones

Who sent the bottle with a message

Truth’s precision bows to none

For the rites of passage