Brockport, PA

Near Brockport, PA
Along the Route 219 highway
When the sun was just starting to go down
I met you heading into town
Driving your dad's van,
And you stopped and up I ran.
And the engine roared when it was floored
Shifting gears far into the night
Tuning our radio by star light
Pink Floyd and the Division Bell
We had nothing to buy, nothing to sell
And nothing to hide, nothing to lose
Nothing to offer, no need to choose
The headlights showing us the way
It seems like it was just yesterday.
What more is there for me to say?
My coffee grounds still muffle the sound
Of another one-stop prairie town,
And your eyes shining red:
It was probably time for bed
When your motor died,
and I went to sleep alone and cried.