The Right Parts Combine

The night starts in high with the hum of a promise
The girl from Quebec is now back from wherever
She calls from her mother's to give you her number
The next thing
You're talking philosophy, fiction and science

Some days are like silver
A soft light makes them shine
A hard center made precious
The mold of the metal made fine
When all of the right parts combine

You think of her face as it was back in college
Her body like syrup that melts in its movements
You pick up your speed as you drive in from Stockton
A fire of taillights that flows down the mountain like lava

Some days are like silver
A soft light makes them shine
A hard center made precious
The mold of the metal made fine
When all of the right parts combine

She offers you dinner and all her best whisky
You watch "Easy Rider" and "Five Easy Pieces"
She says that you look like a young Peter Fonda
And what happens next is too good to be part of a movie

Some days are like silver
A soft light makes them shine
A hard center made precious
The mold of the metal made fine
When all of the right parts combine

You lie in her bed and you pull back the covers
Those cool cotton sheets that once made you so jealous
You kiss her goodbye on that out of place freckle
And driving back home
You make every green light in the city