The three of them climbed into the Mustang Like every other Saturday night Doing shots and chasers at the local bar Protected from the cold October bite Glassy eyed and hammered to the bone That place had become their second home
Grew up in houses side by side Formed a bond and never questioned why Raising hell, never had a clue Who they were or what they had to do Fired up that Mustang never looking back Headlights out of nowhere Stopped them in their tracks
The music played, the band was number one Thinking back Can't remember what they'd sung Waitress said goodnight Had a feeling from within Trio in that Mustang Won't be coming back again Down the road to a blinding flash Anybodys guess if they ever heard the crash
Still the music plays Like they've never gone away Still the music plays On that ninth October day
Oh gees, I hope this is not a true story....But how painfully hard this hits home....spent my fair share of days doing the same thing, living that life - thank God there were 20+ angels sitting on the hood of my car at the end of every night! Ready to follow me home, for I always made it alive! Although it took a bad accident to stop me in my tracks too....luckily no one was hurt too bad. Sheesh!! Thanks for sharing, makes me glad I'm not young and wreckless anymore!! Not that I'm OLD or anything!
------------------ ~~ Lift your head high - spread your "words" and fly - - poetFemmeFatale