written in 2009 for the NJC, Flu Season, and others
lyrics
It’s too late to jam, the neighbors will wake up
One well-timed phone call gets me out of bed and into something decent
I’ll find your car outside
We’ll shoot off and make the night feel so alive
And we’ll laugh until the smoke gets in our eyes
Lets go back a bit and set this scene up
Picture yourself eating cupcakes on a bed of woodchips in late July
Somewhere in between 8:00 p.m. or the stroke of midnight
Cast of characters: the four loves of my life
Pick me up at 5:30, it's show time
Black ice and a pack of Benson golds are sure to keep us feeling dreamy
We’re dreamers through and through
Let's get famous, how about let's not go broke
Or let's have no regrets cause I was broke before I met you