Blacktop roads that wind their way through colored hills
Song on the radio reminds me of my afternoons of adolescence.
Fleeting glimpses of time nonreturnable, friends scattered
As the multicolored leaves strewn and left to silently decay.

Song on the radio reminding me of afternoons of adolescence
Too young to be adult, too old to be the child
Fleeting glimpses of friends scattered through the memories
A montage of pictures each overlapped by the other.

Too young to be adult, too old to be a child
Stuck half way between the refuge of crying and laughter
Motion in the still pictures flashing over and over
In the corners of my eye and dark corners of my mind.

Halfway refuge between laughter and crying, sadness
Found in the dark corners of my mind and stuck in the corner of my eye.
Adolescence a short afternoon of radio songs remembered
Along the blacktop roads winding the way through colored hills.