me and jiggs staring at the ceiling
the stars above the radar range
Song from a station wagon laying foundations
on the shadows of overpassing planes
I'm feeling good, at seven o'clock we're gonna
drive across the county line
And find Saturday night like an orphan child that the
good days left behind
And I'm not sure we can make it stay
Sun's going down and its the end of the day
me and my friends in the park drinking