Our Nights

It was our time to shine as the city lights flickered
we drove for miles without knowing of our destination
the homes left unfinished were the perfect hide aways
still we'd return just in time to start our education

The nights we shared were tales others would dream of
nothing quite compared to that sweet taste of freedom
with the music blaring, and hair blowing in the wind
we wrote off our parents, and thought 'who needs them'

That was so long ago, but never long enough to forget
the sound of the tires screeching to their final rest
in cities whose names we could never accurately speak
nights out on the town that were less than discreet

I'd like nothing more than to give up a day of maturity
for just one more joyride in your sisters old Pontiac
to feel the bond that we had been unable to recreate
and to once again have our old flickering lights back