It was August
Summer of '82
You had that rusty old car
And me?
I had nothing better to do
You picked me up
We hit the road
Baby, me and you
We shot out of town
Drivin' fast and hard
Leaving our greasy skid marks in people's back yards
We were goin' nowhere
Just driving around
We were goin' in circles
And me?
I was just hanging on
Like in that Annie Dillard book
Where she sees that eagle
With the skull of a weasel hanging from its neck
Here's how it happened; listen:
Eagle bites the weasel
Weasel bites back
They fly up to nowhere
Weasel keeps hangin' on
Together, forever
Summer of '82
You had that rusty old car
And me?
I had nothing better to do
You picked me up
We hit the road
Baby, me and you
We shot out of town
Drivin' fast and hard
Leaving our greasy skid marks in people's back yards
We were goin' nowhere
Just driving around
We were goin' in circles
And me?
I was just hanging on
Like in that Annie Dillard book
Where she sees that eagle
With the skull of a weasel hanging from its neck
Here's how it happened; listen:
Eagle bites the weasel
Weasel bites back
They fly up to nowhere
Weasel keeps hangin' on
Together, forever
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