MOM, DISCO, AND THE CHARIOT

The buzz of the phone at 12 a.m. the girls are looking for a ride and for someone to get away from reality with

Alcohol motivates them, and disco and funk make them feel alive

The Bee Gees and Wild Cherry don’t make for good company, only for bad decisions

Cigarettes and cheap champagne have them under their wing

The buzz of the phone at 1 a.m. Mom is asking them to come home

Curfew’s at 12:30, please come home.

With their music blasting how could they listen to anything else?

The silver chariot glides through the night — they feel free, nothing can stop them.

The buzz of the phone at 2 a.m. mom asks if they’re okay

Where are you? Please come home.

3 a.m. rolls by, the chariot is filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol

They stare on at the empty road ahead of them,

The moon shines bright as they ride with the sunroof down to catch the cool spring breeze.

It wasn’t their fault that they were out that late, the breeze just took them with it.

They stumble in at 4 a.m. back to reality, those disco songs don’t last forever.