Dancing slow in the dark at Royal Pines
Quart Budweiser bottles warming in the car
Old cars race the moon down curvy streets
Rock music blaring over floodlit grass

Pretty girls and eager gangly boys
Any music fine if it is loud
Rock around the clock and to the car
People talking like somebody listens

Insects flying up at cooking lights
Play at being grownup without getting old
Cooking something fancy in the mind
Dancing slow at Royal Pines