I was born in the wrong era, they say, but my daydreams are filled with a decade I crave.
Rocket fins and martini moons,
Vinyl songs filling pastel rooms.

I ache for a future never had,
Where the sold utopian from magazine ads
Bubble helmets and atomic rings,
Hope stitched in all suburban things.

Anemoia takes me there, like lovers meeting in midair.
Where housewives dressed up wearing lipstick smiles, oh what I'd give to stay there awhile.

I long for a time I never knew,
To have a retro love with a space age view.
So dress me up in future past,
Where promises were made to last.

And even if they crack with time
Let me pretend for a moment it was mine.
Take me back Where heart beat to a sci-fi tune
And tomorrow glows under a paper moon.