Borrowed Minivans - Julie Doiron

All of this town seems drunk tonight

And I’m looking for your hand

And the girls I see now

Are driving around in borrowed minivans

They’re wearing tank tops and knee-high pants

And laughingly singing out loud

They’re running around this old town

Looking for their man

Some of the people seem lost tonight

With all the drunken hands in flight

So take me to the country land

It’s time for us to make a stand

And it’s time to make some music right

We’ll know each other better tonight

So carry me out past the place I live

I think I’m ready;

I’m ready to give

You everything, anything, little or big

I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready to live

We’re leaving the line of buried burns

To wet basement apartments

And into our arms

Flying birds through the watery parks

We’ll fly on our bikes in this

DARK!

DARK!

DARK!

DARK!

And all of the people are with us tonight

And all their hopeful plans

So take me to the country land

So we can make a stand

It’s time to make some music right

It’s time to make this land feel bright

It’s time to use our hands for right

And make this place feel right tonight