Boardwalk

It was Saturday
I washed my car
Drove up and down the dock past the ice cream bar
See and Be Seen
It was the Summertime Law

Billy called shotgun
Ray back with Dean
Cranked down the windows
Turned up the Max Machine
One arm suntan poses
Were critical

Beach and ocean
Through a rose colored windshield
Sun bronzed bodies
Like wheat in a sand field
If i dare to touch one
Will she die in my hands?

Everyday like a pop song
All backbeat, no danger
I steer with my knees
And dream safely of strangers
Speakers thump out bravado
Its critical

The last night of August
When summertime ends
She leans through my window
Its half past ten
No longer pretending
Its critical

She says lets go to the boardwalk
I say okay
The buzz of the radio
And seagulls and waves
Ive got beer in the trunk in a cooler
Also critical

My heartbeat thunders
Deep in my ears
It may be passion
It may be fear
The boys will wonder why i was late
I don't know what ill say

Written by Richard Scarsbrook