Homecoming queen, about to turn 18
Just a couple of months younger than
That wanna be James Dean
She can wait, just say when
She ain't gonna leave a note
She ain't gonna tell a friend
He smeared the rain on the black top
She heard a banshee in the wind
Hey, hey, hey darling please
Let's put this hard times into breeze
Let's go find a little breathing room
Maybe in the light of a crimson moon