Prizes Songtext
von Henry Toland

We spent all afternoon down at the driving range
Whaling golf balls at the train cars passing by
Drunk on Black Velvet in pink lemonade
Burning teenage poems for the sky

That night we dove and rose in a neighbor′s pool
And dreamt our dreams on someone else's floor
Bottles strewn about us like a carnival
Two prizes left behind
Come comatose to find
The warmth of your breath
Just pushing against mine

Prizes left behind

(True story)


One Amtrak screeched and rumbled another hundred miles
When it came upon an old car on the tracks
Some drunk rednecks thought they′d try to kill a dinosaur
Who knows how close they came
My friend was on that train
He walked around the woods
Singing Pavement's Crooked Rain
In the rain

In the aisles of Jesus Christ, Scientist
A boy tried to make eyes at the cashier
Her hair was long and braided like an empty net
Her smile just a notch below sincere

We spent all afternoon down at the driving range
Whaling golf balls at the train cars passing by
Drunk on Black Velvet in pink lemonade
Burning teenage poems for the sky