134 or Sylvia's Dream

Got thunder in a jar
Lightning burnt itself out
Some fireflies
One for the family’s infidelity
A royal crest
Dog with a bone
To the core
So where does she go at night?
Walking the streets of the city
Purse clutched to her side
Got some big plans
A man with perfect teeth
Oh, how he smiles
She dyes her hair platinum
And now she’s good
Pick her up with a promise
Of breakfast in bed
And a dog with a bone
Look how they smile
Her head on his shoulder
His shoulder
His shoulder
Where does she go at night?
After a cold bed and too many drinks
Some screened porch with
the hand of her mother
God, where is she now?