Town Days With Maria

Ideals collapse in details, just kids with clipboards doing door-to-door sales In board game basements back on this carousel, a bunch of burnouts but we laughed As we fell Town Days with Maria, fireworks splash in her eyes We crane our necks just to see them burst above the jagged jaw skyline You look lovely, if Vicodin-numb, beneath the window, soak up the fractured sun Venetian blinds where the light's leaking from Float through lost weekends when you're young and in love Hopping white picket fences, hugged our knees, jumped in the pool Saved girls wear nothing but crosses Sins unseen under the moon Cling to each other, slow dancing close On your blouse I find his cigarette smoke Under the harvest moon, your cheeks red with cold The signal's fading on the radio I pray this song will keep playing-Lou Reed singing about your eyes The winter winds are waiting Storm windows rattle through the night Sitcom reruns like novocaine, cackling laugh-tracks, two years turn into eight Homecoming float made of papier-mâché careens down Main Street My chest cavity caves Now she's sinking her fingers into the wedding cake Graced with a playful demeanor, she smears frosting on his face So I drive, I just drive, getting lost beneath purple skies So I drive, I just drive, getting lost beneath purple skies So I drive, I just drive, getting lost beneath purple skies Yeah, I drive I just drive, getting lost beneath purple skies