A Piece of the American Pie

It was the summer of 65

We shagged the Drag

In your parent’s Impala
Drank cold root beer in frosty mugs 
Chasing each other up and down
Main Street USA
Searching for our piece
Of by, by Miss

American Pie
We drove your dad’s
Truck to the river

But he river was flooded
Chanting our anthems
Unchained Melody
I Can’t Help Myself
I Got You Babe
Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me
The beat went on
And on and on…
Like Seger said
A few years later
We were workin’
On our night moves
In that sweet
Sweet summer time
As the autumn was
Closin’ in
And we waited on
The thunder
Just tryin' to find
Love
Before we embarked 
Into adulthood