i can't believe our parents gave us two ton machines
when we turned sixteen

we wrapped ourselves in racing metal cages
and sped through the pines to all the trouble we could find

god didn't seem to mind
he swatted a few of us off like flies

dying on roads in smoking twisted armor
and again the pines fill the quiet

the pines and a wonderful night sky
we found it in the woods out past the town lights

the sky we loved when we were drunk
the sky we could pretend was a blanket

we were undercover with headlights
we were just pretending with flashlights

the sky we could pretend was the sea
and our eyes fishing always

catch starfish and make a sad wish
a wish to return a wish to forget

just big enough to miss
the sky

as big as love as big as our dreams
as big as our dreams as big as we'd need