Homecoming Queen

Homecoming game, the band warms up

The queen on the hood of a Mustang waves at us

While the cheerleaders flip and the cowbells shake

And the boys line up like bulls at the gate

Angel white with a vacant stare

Rumors fly like the wind in her hair

        Everybody wants to dance with the queen

        Everybody wants their chance to be seen

 

We were better friends in Junior High

Watching Little League games those August nights

Read the dirty parts of Judy Blume

On her canopy bed in the afternoon

I heard one night up on Tower Hill

She rounded third base with a college kid

         Everybody wants to dance with the queen

         Everybody wants their chance to be seen

Everybody wants to dance with the queen

Everybody wants to make a big show

But nobody ever tells you it's time to

put away your rock and roll clothes

 She ran to California without a plan

Married the drummer from a heavy metal band

Ended up a footnote in Rolling Stone

Licked her wounds and moved all the way back home

I see her at reunions when I bother to go

Twirling the straw in her Jack and Coke

No matter how many years go by

She still looks like 1985

 

Everybody wants to dance with the queen

Everybody wants their chance to be seen

Everybody wants to dance with the queen

Everybody wants to make a big show

But nobody ever tells you it's time to

put away your rock and roll clothes