"The wind" Who sang.
The night Who called the forest green.
Who wasn't talking to me.
The blacktop ate from the skin of your knees.
We could sing The Clash
or ditch a call from the chorus light.
Watch our friends get into a fight
before we call it a night.
I'd find out what I need to be the man
who's in the Subaru
parked behind me looking cool.
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