Purple Luck

Sunny day, beer caps popping, smoke billowing all 'round My 1967 Comet, painted purple, pounded the ground On our way for another gig we were trippin' to tunes A White Room, a Stairway made sense to us that noon Crazy Cathy sat behind me, she was everybody's best friend Dear to no one exactly, but it was fun to pretend She began to nibble and peck on the back of my neck As I reached and picked out a new tape for the deck Then she reached out over the seat, And with her hands covered my eyes Blindness was complete I heard music and cries I knew for sure that the time had come for all of us to die I guess it seemed alright, no big deal we were all really high A curve in the road The purple Comet went straight Through a ditch we mowed Crashed through a gate We spun round and round In the perfect green grass Of a cemetery's ground Thru the tombstones we passed There are times when luck cannot account for When reason demands that you should enter death's door No one was injured, a neighbor saw Came over to help, Cathy's father-in-law That purple, Comet, was soon back on track To our gig at a bar down in Pontiac Sail, through time, through twists and turns Good or bad or you don't even do exist Sail, through time, through twists and turns, Good or bad or you don't even do exist Sail, through time, through twists and turns, Good or bad or you don't even do exist Sail, through time, through twists and turns, Good or bad or you don't even do exist