Checking In: Getting Lost

Getting Lost

He pulled out of the parking lot, with the radio up loud
Washing out all the yelling with that sweet Doug Hopkins sound
Didn’t seem to matter to him who was wrong, right or gone
Cause June was getting off early on a night hardly worn
He chewed a stick of mint gum under the traffic light
The boys were already up and down twenty-nine
With firebirds and old Hondas, jacked up to take flight
Buzzing by like mad horseflies with as much time in life
He saw the James Dean romance but it wasn’t worth the cost
So he watched their taillights shrink away and get lost

It had been half-an-hour since she said she’d be out
Cause her boss had had something he wanted to talk about
She felt the warmth of his back from waiting on the hood
She said, “Tonight take me places, like you said that you would
Cause I’m sick of this job and I’m sick of this side
So let’s just leave this damn town – take what Lord will provide”
But he had no Jesus, just the stars in the sky
And he’d connected all the dots and still hadn’t found a sign
But they both were young dreams with a hunger of heart
So they drove to the coast, navigating to get lost

There’s a dusk strung with passion’s sweet pearls to delight
There’s a despair the morning after, revealing and so bright
There are the arms one can hide in till the arms lose their warmth
There’s a road for fugitives and a road to the coast
There’s a man with a drunken wife – he manages a chain store
And a single old mother whose boy don’t come around no more
And they’re only the players who caught the glance of my eye
And even the end of all their stories, I cannot testify
But ain’t it funny, sad and beautiful, the bits of stories lives cross
And how we don’t know where we are, yet we’re trying to get lost