White Lights

Intro: 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