Yes we're gonna have a wingding. A summer smoker underground. It's just a dugout that my dad built. In case the reds decide to push the button down. We've got provisions and lots of beer.
She's lost - she's late. She's zooming on a couch somewhere. Or high - or home. I'm not supposed to call her there. . I wait - I smoke. I stare into my coke.
I came a long long way from home. I travelled far just to be here today. Across an endless sea of salty tears. Behind the divided line of eighteen years.
The wind was driving in my face. The smell of prickly pear. (my rival show me my rival). The milk truck eased into my space. Somebody scream somewhere.
I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes. When you put me on the Wolverine. Up to Annandale. It was still September. When your daddy was quite surprised.
I got one and you want four. It's so hard to help you. I can't keep up with you no more. And you treat me like it's a sin. But you can't lock me in. You want me here with you right to the end.
Felonious, my old friend. Step on in and let me shake your hand. So glad that you're here again for one more time. Let your madness run with mine. Streets still unseen, we'll find somehow.
Some say that we're reckless. They say we're much too young. Tell us to stop before we've begun. We've got to hold out till graduation. Try to hang on maxine.
My man stanley. Suave but manly. Taking cover from the mark within. Now he's hiding. Pretty soon he's sliding. Looking for a lonely heart to take refuge in.
Dusted down in shanty town behind a sky of red. Hoist upon some frozen dawn exploding in my head. Fast asleep in trouble deep or wide awake and burning.
That must be her again. She's leaning on my bell. That cold psychotic brain. The one I know so well. So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone.
Here's a note from one miss turnbull. Certain homework was not done. Tiny holes in brand new windows. From an unknown bb gun. Cinder annie and your big mommie.
Now they lay his body down. Sad old men who run this town. I still recall the way. He led the charge and saved the day. Blue blood and rain. I can hear the bugle playin'.
Hello one and all. Was it you I used to know. Can't you hear me call. On this old ham radio. . All I got to say. I'm alive and feeling fine. Should you come my way.
While the music played. You worked by candlelight. Those San Francisco nights. You were the best in town. . Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl.
In the good old bad part of this college town. Men in business suits they run you down. You take their money just like you take mine. You send it bubbling down the thin blue line.
It must have been my lucky Thursday. Your dad went on that spree. Before the crew could put out the fires. You hopped a bus for NYC. Down in Tampa the future looked desperate and dark.
We're gonna break out the hats and hooters. When Josie comes home. We're gonna rev up the motor scooters. When Josie comes home to stay. We're gonna park in the street.
Standing tough under stars and stripes. We can tell. This dream's in sight. You've got to admit it. At this point in time that it's clear. The future looks bright.
Teddy's rolling now most every night. Skatin' backwards at the speed of light. He's changed - in a thousand little ways. He's changed - yes indeed. You know he's movin' on metal, yes he's.