Norman Bailer - Willow Wood Lyrics

I guess we're near to heaven
Or at least near to the health spa
I believe that is the way that your mom referred to it
Just pack the suburban,
out the window drinking burban
and there's nothing left of how we were
before this night began

Let's just grab our dirt bikes
and we'll ride out into the night
and I'll chase the falling stars
as they trample through the sky

Don't forget your sweatshirt
Don't forget your hooded sweatshirt
cause a kid without his sweatshirt
is as good as dead!!!

Ride on down, got your hands in your pocket
Got your hands in your pocket so you know, so you know you're alone
Ride on to the corn field where the shore just meets the airline
and I always saw it coming from the day that I was born
and I never slashed your tires, and I never touched your sister
and I'm sorry that you thought that as you screamed from your front porch
"Oh, Horse sh--"

Ride on down, got your hands in your pocket
So you knew, so you thought, so you guessed
so you know you're alone,
You're alone