Revolution Evolution

Sippin' on old Saranac ale,
With plenty of memories for sale,
Driving down roads that cut through mountainside
Basking in old histories
In 80 degrees and a gentle breeze
What you get for swimming against the tide

All I see is green. In more ways than one.
So placid, so serene, a battle lost before its won,

Me and my lonely sunsets,
raise a toast to reality.
Me and my lonely sunsets,
make a tryst with our destinies,
Me and my lonely sunsets,
share a love-hate relationship,
Me and my lonely sunsets,
are trying so hard too forget...
.. a tale too terrified to tell.

- Vishal