88 Jeep

On your twenty fifth birthday
In a room with a view
Looking out at the ocean
Is it laughing at you?

In your starched white shirt
And your stiff new shoes
Can you hear the past mocking
In the foam and the blues

With a bong in the basement
And a head in the game
All the 20s and 50s
They've been sounding the same

And they'll shake your hand
Like a beast they tame
But they can't touch a memory
Of a summer in flame

With the wind in my hair and the heat on my feet
Now we got the top down, now we're feeling complete
No promise have I made, no promise will I keep
Till we run out of gas
In your 88 Jeep

Jenny gave me a kiss
So I wrote her a letter
Would she see me sometime
If it wouldn't upset her

I never got that call
I never felt so weak
Till we put the top down
In your 88 Jeep

Stuff my brother in the closet
The Ship Bottom police
Got an itch to bust bennies
Drinking beer in the street
Just beyond your grasp, still within your reach
It's a feeling of summer in your 88 Jeep

With the wind in my hair and the heat on my feet
Now we got the top down, now we're feeling complete
No promise have I made, no promise will I keep
Till we run out of gas
In your 88 Jeep

Coming to in the morning
On a Budweiser floor
A hungover sunrise
Through a slamming screen door
Throw the boards in back
On the beach we'll sleep
In fluorescent wet suits
In your 88 Jeep

Now I'm working in Rahway
With a view of the jail
But I'll carry it with me
Till the memory fail
We couldn't nail it down
It wasn't ours to keep
The unbearable freedom
Of your 88 Jeep

With the wind in my hair and the heat on my feet
Now we got the top down, now we're feeling complete
No promise have I made, no promise will I keep
Till we run out of gas
In your 88 Jeep