We kissed so passionately in my 55 Chevy
I swear I felt the world move an inch.
It was me. I was moved forever before Vietnam.
I have been moved so many times since, but
the world skipped that night from a skinny little boy
to a man and a gun and a submachine, and a bottle of beer.
One night in Tokyo or a million will never match
that night in my 55 Chevy.