I Love Reston! But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth...

"I Love Reston!" by James W. Bailey

Evil Digital Photography

I'm leaving soon to go home for Thanksgiving. And it's been hitting me real hard lately that there's no going back to the New Orleans I once knew. That New Orleans, the New Orleans of my dreams, the New Orleans that touched my soul, that New Orleans no longer exists.

It's all about the future and Reston, Virginia, now.

I've been thinking lately that maybe the suburbs aren't really that bad.

Home, like they say, is where the heart is...and the body lives...

...and the mind...

...yeah...what about the mind and soul?

Truthfully, what I've really been thinking lately is that the sooner they - whoever they is - rebuild New Orleans, the sooner I'll be able to get a decent night's sleep...

But in the meantime...

...I love Reston..

...I also love the heart and body and mind of the soul from New Orleans who I sleep with.

Subdivisions by Rush

From Signals

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone

Chorus
(Subdivisions)
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
(Subdivisions)
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help disprove the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Well some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights...