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