Making The Drag
In the town where I grew up
Teenagers made the drag
There were no real race cars there
As we drove slow and lagged
We honked and waved to each other
As we poked along
Up and down a two lane street
While listening to eagles’ songs
Saturday nights were the best
Driving slowly with our dates
And stopping at the convenience store
Where we would congregate
Out-of-towners visited some
From neighboring little towns
With boys looking for pretty girls
To kiss and drive around
There was one red traffic light
That blinked when night was through
And we returned to our homes
In time for our curfews
Sometimes we stayed out a bit later
And frequently we found
That no good thing ever happens
After 12 in a little town