costello, elvis
i remember that dance
on the roof of my car
when st. lucy's mad torch
took away our best bar
say we drank
and we prayed
some just sat like a choir
came the smoke
in the night
came the heat
came the fire
ember glow lagered ash
i was pissed as a fart
stricken some dumb plum numb
we was broken at heart
came the light