lost on hwy 39
adolescents
she looked at me like she was a kitten with a whip in a sandbox
slinking with her claws out
she asked me if i was high. i didn't answer
if she couldn't figure it out
i guess it doesn't matter
i locked onto her eyes real tight like a cross-hair radar
brown-green sparkling moonshine in the drive-in starlight
but to her i was just another southside stoner
just another mischief-maker from hobo junction
i saw god at the drive-in movie
i saw god at the picture show
life is so easy in the backseat of a chevy
life is so complicated when the credits go up
we drove past her mom's house
snuck in through the backdoor quiet as a mouse
do you love me?" i didn't answer