Quarters and Dimes

When we lost the car keys
And had to walk home at 2 AM The grocery store parking lot lights
Were still on I stepped on all the cracks
You balanced on the lines
We danced in the underpass’s damp cement
Interpreting graffiti as we went
You scuffed your shoe through
Green bottle glass
I had a pack of saltines in my back pocket
We stopped beneath streetlights searching
Old pay phones for quarters and dimes
You know I’m onto you
'Cause you know I’m onto you
Through all high crimes and tribulations
Through all trials and imperfections
I stepped on all the cracks
You balanced on the lines