Gal
She’s a ghost in the rearview mirror
Neon lipstick, sugar and kerosene
Dancing on the hood of my Chevrolet
At the drive-in where we used to dream
Gal, you burn so bright the moths get jealous
Gal, your laugh could crack the Pennsylvania sky
They found your records in the discount bin
But I still play them when I wanna die
Radio static, summer of ’75
You were alive, you were alive
Radio static, tell me you’re still driving
Somewhere the sun never says goodbye