When lead balloons flew,
And the world looked away?
That was a trip!
Us, seventeen again
In the afterglow
Of dashboard lights
We scribbled the shit
Otta things
While the sand warned
But giggled too
No one died that day
How could they?
I almost sang
You almost laughed
We never slept
How could we?
The diners of Le Mondello's
Watched from the window
As we puddle splashed
Your skirts in the flutter
of our spread wings
We parked where we dared
And ran up the stairs
While policemen blew whistles
And teachers banged pointers
But their law
Never caught our love
How could it?
But cannonballs
Must one day fall
And sands grow serious
And men must die
Diners go home
So order can reign
And tic go toc
But sweetie,
Remember the day
When lead baloons flew?
Damn, that was a trip!
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