Letra de Pearl Harbor Day - Jack Van Cleaf

Packing cancer in my glovebox on a Tuesday evening drive

As I'm passing Amargosa, you are passing through my mind

And my car is headed eastward while the sun is racing west

Guess my body's moving forward, but my mind is turning left

Highschool's only checking boxes off a list

Getting kissed, taking hits, try hallucinogenics

And it's not what you'd expect, but then again it's what it is

I put my arm around you slowly, all my nerves are on the fritz

And we get together on December the seventh

You remind me Hawaii was blown to the heavens

On your birthday, seventy years from the present

As we celebrate, I'm countin' my fingers like blessings

And then you call me on my cellular phone

I'm on the road, up the coast, we booked a couple of shows

You asked me if I sing about you, I was sorry to say no (sing about me)

You said, "That's okay baby, I don't write you any poems"

But we'll get together on December the seventh

You'll remind me Hawaii was blown to the heavens

On your birthday, seventy years from the present

As we celebrate, count each other's fingers like blessings

And you'd come over, always so unexpected

Picking fruit from the trees that I left unattended

Playing word games, watching the vowels descending

Like an air raid on spaces that I had neglected

But if we both go uncommemorated

By each other's free verse and lyrical phrases

We'll be okay just driving familiar pavements

Past our places, all wasted like Ford Island's bases

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