Shriner's Park

I wonder what you're doing In the night out there Is a sad summer breath tangled in your hair Can you hear the lonely engines Screaming through the town There's no where to run When the darkness comes down Is there a song inside of you That you tried to forget Like your fake ID and your mom's cigarettes Does it take you back Is the vision intense You and me in Shriner's Park Trying to make some sense You were just seventeen But your laughter was mild