I’ve been waiting for something epic to happen
Like a comet or whatever, but nothing unpleasant

just a giant surge of joy and enlightenment
but not serious enlightenment, I’m talking about the sexy kind

you know, when every bright tone of the graffiti art
on the brick wall ignites in the Friday twilight

and it feels like how your heart feels
when someone you really love peers into your deepest secrets

and ignites your colours, making the simple scruffy
graffiti art of your life’s story suddenly

no longer just some punk homeless kid’s illegal activity
but radical bright art that lightens the world

that God shines holy Friday twilight upon
to burn hope into the souls of city dwellers

rushing home from work, arrested by the sudden
apparition of colour blazing from the painted brick –

yeah, that kind of enlightenment.