TANGERINE CHEVY
Remember when we walked to school?
Remember when we thought we were cool?
We were good friends in those years
Our laughter overcame any fears
We were young, we were pure
We were safe, we were sure
Nothing could hurt us
No one there to alert us
We thought it funny at first
But our bubble soon burst
When he drove up beside us
Offered to ride us . . .
Home in his tangerine Chevy.
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