Right Time by Lewis the Light

We fall back into that humid air. We fall back into that same feeling again. The night goes on and on. I am chasing that ghost all the way to the end.

There were three people walking across the street. Everything was a blur. Everything was in motion. The writing on the wall was there again. The stoplight turned red. I started to run as fast as I could. To escape the night and dreams and to try to catch up with you.

"Satisfied with his care and the width of his belly, Lewis escaped and returned to San Francisco, where he was arrested after ripping open his clothing and asking passersbys to witness the divine light that burned in his breast."