In The Park

I wonder what you’re doing,
In the night out there.
Is a sad summer breath,
Tangled in your hair?
Can you hear the lonely engines,
Screaming through the town?
There’s nowhere to run,
When the darkness comes down.

Is there a song inside of you,
That you tried to forget?
Like your fake I.D.,
Or your mom’s cigarettes.
Does it take you back?
Is the vision intense?
You and me in the park at night,
Trying to make some sense.

You were just seventeen,
But your laughter was mild.
You liked my dreams,
You thought I was wild.
Is there a rhythm in your step now,
That reminds you of a dance?
Do you push it all away?
Because you never took the chance.

You’d sneak out your window,
When I’d come for you.
I’d be waiting in the streetlight,
On chandler avenue.
You’d slip into my car,
We’d drive down past the fence.
You and me in the park,
Trying to make some sense.

Did you feel like you were crazy,
When they sent you far away?
Did no one have the answers,
When you hung your head to pray?
You could not let yourself dream,
Never dare believe,
You could ever be more,
Than you were born to be.

Do you lock up your house,
Like you locked up your past?
If I were to call----
Could you free me at last?
Could you slip into my car?
Could we drive down past the fence?
You and me in the park,
Trying to make some sense.