White Lights

When you walked with me
 Away from the strip mall bar
 Across the highway
 To that little graveyard
 Where plastic flowers
 Bloomed in yellow grass
 We sat on a broken bench
 Listening to the cars pass
 And right above your head
 In the branches of a tree
 There were white lights
 Swaying slowly in the breeze
 There were white lights, white lights, white lights swaying in a tree
 I know they were there
 To stop kids kicking over graves
 Or spray-painting tree trunks
 With their favorite rock band's name
 But sitting there with you
 Almost touching your white hand
 Among the broken bottles
 Crushed and faded cans
 And those white lights, white lights, white lights swaying in the breeze
 There was mystery
 Singing from everything
 The strip mall, the highway
 The boarded-up skating rink
 They were calling our names
 In the strip mall parking lot
 Our sweet drunken friends
 Finally noticing we'd gone
 But we just sat there
 Not saying anything
 Almost touching hands
 Your hair flying in the highway breeze
 Like those white lights, white lights, white lights swaying in a tree