I wonder what you're doing Is a sad summer breath tangled in your hair Can you hear the lonely engines Screaming through the town When the darkness comes down
Is there a song inside of you Like your fake ID and your mom's cigarettes You and me in Shriner's Park Trying to make some sense
But your laughter was mild You liked my dreams you thought I was wild Is there a rhythm in your step now That reminds you of a dance Cause you never took the chance
You'd sneak out your window I'd be waiting in the street light on 8th Avenue We'd drive down past the fence You and me in Shriner's Park Trying to make some sense
Did you feel like you were crazy When they sent you far away Did no one have the answers When you hung your head to pray You could not let yourself dream
Do you lock up your house Like you locked up your past Could you free me at last Could you slip into my car Could we drive down past the fence You and me in Shriner's Park Trying to make some sense More from Melissa Etheridge