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