I didn't want
to have to get up
so early on a
Sunday morning
but even when
I was only twelve
I was still trying to
get laid

Her name was
Laurie and she
was my
pubescent
dream

And on
May 25th, 1986,
somewhere on the
I-95 overpass just
to the north of
Philadelphia,
while choking on
the fumes from
passing dump trucks
and tractor trailers...

I got to
hold her
hand

I remember,
she smiled
and looked at me
in a way I'll
never forget

...and she said,
"You're holding
my hand too tight,
stop it."

Then some crazy
old lady with a
big cross on her
T-shirt smacked the
back of my head
and said, "cut out
that horseplay or
I'm sending you
home!"

Even as an
adolescent
I knew not to
bother pleading
my case to a
crazy Christian
lady

But I didn't care
about the bruise
on my head

I didn't care about
the bad sunburn
I got from
standing around
not doing anything
for what seemed
like seventeen hours

I didn't care that
the people were
all rude and
the cookies were
all stale and
my free T-shirt
didn't fit

Because on that
warm Sunday
in May, somewhere
on the I-95 overpass
just to the north of
Philadelphia,
while choking on
the fumes from
passing dump trucks
and tractor trailers...

I got to hold
Laurie Carson's
hand

...and I
helped feed
some poor
kids too
I think