Out of Town

We

load

up

your

pick-up

truck

and

take

off

with

the

radio

on

singing

to

Don

McLean

with

the

windows

down

we’re

headed

out

of

town

sharing

the

same

cigarette

we

bet

on

how

long

it

will

take

while

we’re

on

the

make

to

find

a

new

town

a

dive

somewhere

a

motel

and

lounge

with

good

sound

we

find

one

it’s

good

and

grungy

been

around

since

before

grunge

was

in

it’s

full

of

sin

and

gin

and

darkness

the

kind

of

place

that

is

anonymous

we

play

the

jukebox

we

rock

and

slow

dance

so

close

I’m

wearing

your

cologne

I

kiss

your

collar

bone

and

slowly

we

sway

this

way

and

that