Disco Light

Some young adolescent
Stifles his incessant
Feelings of the lost
Why shouldn't he feel double crossed?
When all she did was hold him on
Strings, but strung out on pipe dreams
And hippy-girl don't mind
Knows rebels don't get taken by the line
She never stops to look behind

She's gone like the 60s
Decades dance too quickly
The truth of blood-shot eyes
Not lies, expected alibis
Of teasin' taste and love's embrace
New age razz her clever hands
Her nail polish resides
Still fading on the passenger side
She never stops to look behind

So make a move
It's just a matter of time
Before I get you in the groove
And take it back
All those back-seat ruins
We're dreamin' of First Avenue
But I'll take you out on Sunday night
And kiss you in the disco light
And as the dance it starts to slow
Remember what we used to know

Hands down my pants
My medicine for missing you
Month old cigarettes
My Nicorette for disco dance
I'm quittin' on infatuation
Always overstated
No one likes the fad that lasts
She's wearing bell-bottom pants
I always stop to look behind

So make a move
It's just a matter of time
Before I get you in the groove
And take it back
All those back-seat ruins
We're dreamin' of First Avenue
But I'll take you out on Sunday night
And kiss you in the disco light
And as the dance it starts to slow
Remember what we used to know

The disco light is spinning
Spinning in the dark
and when I took another look
I'd think you were a shark
Swimming in the pool tables
Of every washed-up dive
She said "my dear, our dancefloor died!"
Why's time the only thing that flies?

So make a move
Was just a matter of time
Before I fell out of the groove
And lost it all
I'd give my health just to bring back
the pretty past we learned to lack
But I'll take you out on Sunday night
And kiss you in the disco light
And as the dance it starts to slow
Remember what we used to know

Remember what we used to know
Remember what we used to know