He sits on the lawn, with his cowboy hat on
Plastic guns shining bright in the sun
He never feels sad with teh sherriff’s star badge
all the nighbou hood kids wish they had
Clarabelle clown is dancing around, with his horn going loud with the sound
His father walks in smells of sweat and of gin
Howdy doody, says goodbye kids
Leaves home at 16 with Roy Rogers’ dreams
With the Beach Boys he sings
La la la la…
She ‘s dressed in red with a bow on her head
In her lace and her Sunday best
Forsakes her toys to throw rocks with boys
Leaving chores and her unmade bed
She sits with a frown as her mother looks down
At the mud and the tears in her dress
The dry desert air leaves its dust in her hair
And she smile cause she did what was dared
She goes off to school with her cheerleader cool
Sings with the doors and the dead
La la la la…
They meet at the beach
Finding Jesus among other things
And then under a moonlit sky
They dance by firelight
He puts out his hand
“May i have this dance?”
Call it fate, or call it chance
