Lyrics

On your twenty-fifth birthday in a room with a view
Looking out at the ocean is it laughing at you?
In your starch 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 twenties and fifties they've been sounding the same
And they 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 comlete
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
Could 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 comlete
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 slamming through a screen door
Throw the boards in back, on the beach we'll sleep
In fluorescent wetsuits 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

Mike Krajewski: Drums
Steve Evetts: Bass, Hammond
Andre Thompson: Electric Guitars
Joe Monchek: Accordion

Copyright Control 2001 Eric Harrison/EHP Records