Moon over the Freeway - The Ditty Bops

Moon over the freeway catch us as we ride

We just left the city, left it far behind

Silhouettes of palm trees, airplanes cross the moon

Living in the moment of the girl who left too soon

It’s warm, my favorite song comes on

Let’s roll the windows down and drive

It feels like summer is a comin' round the corner

Here she comes

Brings us shells that listen to what we have to say

Blows us summer kisses as she turns and walks away

There she goes, there she goes

Drive right on, the night is young

We could drive on and on forever as the hours slip on by

They slip like perfect fitting sweaters

Over shoulders cold from shortened days and wintry nights

Left me in September, I thought that she was gone

Invited her to come again, so she could tag along

Barefoot on the pavement

Warm against our feet

Houses filled with music

As we drift through lonely streets