Kings of the Road

We were in a fast car Running with the wind Listening to the radio Bruce singing Born in the USA Us singing along Me not knowing the words Carried away by the beat And the powerful male voice. The sun went down Red streaks in the sky Feeling brave and invincible We drove on Three of us Mike and Bobby Me in the back seat The music becoming stronger Hypnotic Like a powerful magnet Joining our voices together Until it stopped. Up ahead A sign Pointed to Jones Beach. Walking along the deserted shore We found a dry stretch Sat down facing the ocean Rhythmic sounds of crashing waves Calming us down In the darkness We talked about things Questioning our teenage doubts In anticipation of the exciting lives That was sure to await us. Occasionally I think about that night But it never bothered me that we didn’t keep in touch Last I heard Mike was somewhere out West And I lost Bobby’s number Years ago. Recently I had the chance To read the lyrics to Born in the USA Lyrics that I thought were so catchy And so right In fact described the callous treatment Of Viet Nam vets Who came home ignored and forgotten. As for the Three Kings From that summer night Forgotten friendships Made in youth Don’t seem to ever come back Such are the mistakes in life.