Good Times

She floats, like in outer space,

no light for the skin and bone.

She clings to distraction,

but you can’t get love from a phone.

Standing way above the ground,

his anxiety near the edge.

He lifts his words high to angels

to wing him from the ledge.

And I say, good times come to us right now.

Fill us up with all of your wow.

Good times come to us right now,

We’re more than ready for all that you’ll allow.

Faces difficult to comprehend,

yet the eyes never more clear.

We get pushed from friends and family,

so we slumber through our fear.

A woman speaks truth to power,

trying to quell their malicious acts.

She’s sent to jail despite her myriad of facts.

We’re searching for good vibrations,

an influx of excitations

To let the good times roll

and let our happy rush back to whole.

All together as a concert crowd,

we wake with a lion’s roar.

The new normal dissipates

and hope begins to soar.

GOOD times are coming back to me.

GOOD times now, just you wait and see.

“Fletch” Fletcher – Drums

Ivan Gates – Bass

Vince Gates – Guitars

Jeff Laakso – Keyboards

Brad McClellan – Lead Vocals

Georgia Mowers – Female Vocals

Hannah Sloan, Tristan McClellan,

Sammi Urso, Bryce B. – Chanting