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