The Silver Light

There is no day or night In the forest of slot machines Flashing lights and cigarettes Free refills on your drink. But if the golden deer of luck Never leaps the black jack felt Past old men with their oxygen Feeding quarters to the slots Will you see the silver light? Can you see the silver light? Can you see it hiding There in your empty hands? Will you see the silver light? Can you see the silver light? Can you see it shining There in your empty hands? Beefy nachos, chicken wings All you can eat buffet. A bar-shaped like a racing car Neon glow stick in your drink. And if the angels never come Soaring down on golden wings And anoint your shaking fist With a pair of paper kings Will you see the silver light? Can you see the silver light? Can you see it hiding There in your empty hands? Will you see the silver light? Can you see the silver light? Can you see it shining There in your empty hands?