midnight fun. . . under the sun. . .
you are turning eighteen and I am going twenty one. . .
And when the lights are done and the show is over. . .
I'll be riding someones home in a rusty van. . .
I'd be thinking about you, and until this day. . .
you are still gone. . .
And when I lost you, I still seek for you. . .
and when I find you, I find me too. . .
