Red Ragtop

I was 20 and she was 18 We were just about as wild as we were green in the ways of the world She'd pick me up in that red ragtop We were free of the folks and hiding from the cops on a summer night Running all the red lights And we'd park way out in a clearing in a grove And the night was as hot as a coal-burning stove We were cooking with gas, knew it had to last In the back of that red ragtop She said, "Please don't stop" Well, the very first time her mother met me Her green-eyed girl had been a mother-to-be for two weeks I was out of a job and she was in school And life was fast and the world was cruel We were young and wild We decided not to have a child So we did what we did and we tried to forget And we swore up and down there would be no regrets in the morning light But on the way home that night On the back of that red ragtop She said, "Please don't stop loving me" We took one more trip around the sun But it was all make-believe in the end No, I can't say where she is today I can't remember who I was back then Well, you do what you do and you pay for your sins And there's no such thing as what might have been That's a waste of time, drive you out of your mind I was stopped at a red light just yesterday beside a young girl in a cabriolet And her eyes were green, and I was in an old scene I was back in that red ragtop On the day she stopped loving me I was back in that red ragtop On the day she stopped loving me