Crystal Punch

Disco ball
Final dance, the dj calls
End of these things is all
Coming of age
The old friends sigh,
Turn around and wave goodbye
Memories of a life, spent it with you

And she is grabbing her coat
And she is ready to leave
And she is wearing her coat
And she is ready to leave
And she is ready to go
And she is ready to leave

Crystal punch, though we'd have a lot more fun
Were we really even young?
Asking to just pump the brakes
In our prime, passing by the exxon lights
Run it until the engine dies
Talking' baby, just pump the brakes

Say goodnight, wandering through the rye
Bubbly in you chevy white
Hanging on me
Always in a holding pose
Even through the ups and lows
Baby her dancing clothes
Everything a dream

Crystal punch, though we'd have a lot more fun
Were we really even young?
Asking to just pump the brakes
In our prime, passing by the exxon lights
Run it until the engine dies
Talking' baby, Just pump the brakes

And she is grabbing her coat
And she is ready to leave
And she is wearing her coat
And she is ready to leave
And she is ready to go
And she is ready to leave, to leave, to leave