A Kiss, A Car, And That Last Song

I packed these boxes long ago
This is the first I’ve seen of them since I don’t know
Nostalgia bit and old tape couldn’t contain
The memories from a time so lost
I couldn’t explain 
I feel old now, but the pages seemed to ease the pain

Every time I saw your pretty face, I knew that I shouldn’t go on
But the superlative fit, you were “wonderful”, just like that last song
But those steps are long, long gone

A kiss underneath a bridge and an embrace against your fast car
I don’t wanna be home, but how did I get so far? 
The Gold Coast traded for Tornado Alley
BNA noise instead of quiet in the Valley
Winter’s cold, oh so stale
Lovin’ life where the houses are pale

But every time I saw your pretty face, I knew that I shouldn’t go on
But the superlative fit, you were “wonderful”, just like that last song
But those steps are long, long gone

The inexperience of youth weighed us so far down, 
Blinded by the lack of years, feeling unsubstantially strong
Bound together by the borders of our town
Was it any wonder, the following year, nobody was around 

Still, every time I saw your pretty face, I knew that I shouldn’t go on
But the superlative fit, we were “wonderful” like that last song
But those steps are long, long gone

A silly class vote doesn’t add up over time
It was a Clapton song and that Chevy was mine
Those years were special, but short in line
Never again to run and tackle and for this, I’m just fine

Back it all goes, with fresh tape, in that box
We’ll meet again when that urge comes and knocks
And I hope, no I know, it’ll make me smile
To revisit that kiss, that car, and those borders once in a while. 

Those steps are long, long gone
Those steps are long, long gone 
Those steps are long, long gone
But remain “Wonderful” like that very last song

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