Drove my Nissan to the levy The levy was gone Oh to drop a dime to hear the clicking Spinnin' dial of the pay phone After descending the stairwell Of RED PIN LANES When drifters swung tattooed anchors Burned over forearm veins Check your hair in a chrome bumper Gaze out a split windshield Greasy uncles in their twenties Young life can feel so real Blue smoke lifts off speckled ashtrays At RED PIN LANES Drifters swingin' tattooed anchors Seared onto forearm veins Nothing, nothin's the same Somebody shut down RED PIN LANES Mom irons school shirts in the kitchen Petula Clark sings Downtown. And I'm out on the swing set Staring up at Trans World wings Dad rolls a two eighty nine at RED PIN LANES While drifters swing tattooed anchors Branded 'cross their forearm veins Nothing, nothin's the same They shut down RED PIN LANES ( Chorus ) Before Woodstock Before the man on the moon Before '68' Martin April Bobby June The white gloved neon marching majorette Twirled to a different tune Snow caps the Airway Drive In sign Candled wreaths hung off wires Dangle above St. Charles Rock Road And crackly tread marks from used tires Their serving Eddie's spiked eggnog Inside RED PIN LANES Glasses raised by tattooed anchors Resting proudly over forearm vein ( Repeat Chorus ) The black & white Motorola Above RED PIN LANES Shows the Indian head circle flickerin' The Indian without a name Uncles vanish in their Nomads Meld into St. John Hill Drove my Nissan to the levy The levy stands still Nothing, no one's to blame Finally closed down RED PIN LANES
