Seventeen Septembers

Do you remember
17 Septembers ago
Sweat on the backseat
Dylan on the radio
You peeled off your troubles
When you peeled off your old blue jeans
But in the dash light
She’s like an angel fallen to earth
And you convince yourself that she’s worth
Every risk you took the night the cornfields shook
Bye, bye baby, in the click of hands
Hello yet-to-be mystery man
One night in a car changed who you are
A boy a the front wheel
17 Septembers have passed
«Pop the clutch with your left heel…»
You’re linking up his future, your past
And you tell him, «Your mom and me were bound for trouble-
Wedding bells at the age of 18…»
But in the dash light
He looks like an angel fallen to earth
And now you know how it cold have been worse
For every risk you took the night the cornfield shook
Bye, bye baby, in the click of the hand
Look he’s a yet-to-be mystery man
Who played kick-the-can
With a glass filled with sand