1982

In a fifty-six Chevrolet I met In a tape deck was a cassette Used to go everywhere in that tin can Listening to a San Francisco punk band There was a song about necessary spinning In your front yard I was always grinning It wasn’t that hard Necessary spinning, exactly what I wanted to do I only wish back then, I could have Done some spinning with you… Dusty cotton fields so fertile Like what bubbled up internal Used to wanna hurry and be a man Driving around spinning with that band There was a song about necessary spinning In your front yard I was always grinning It wasn’t that hard Necessary spinning, exactly what I wanted to do I only wish back then, I could have Done some spinning with you… Necessary spinning Inside I was trippin’ Hormones a flippin’ Summer of eighty-two A Walkman and smoking Kools… Wish I could have done some spinning with you… Dumped in a dust bowl town A summer I walked all around Looking for trouble not knowing it on sight That Chevy, that tape, made it all right There was a song about necessary spinning In your front yard I was always grinning It wasn’t that hard Necessary spinning, exactly what I wanted to do I only wish back then, I could have Done some spinning with you… In a fifty-six Chevrolet I met In a tape deck was a cassette Used to go everywhere in that tin can Listening to a San Francisco punk band Necessary spinning Inside I was trippin’ Hormones a flippin’ Summer of eighty-two A Walkman and smoking Kools… Wish I could have done some spinning with you…