When We Did Not Move or Speak, There Was No Proof That We Were There at All - Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)

My parents offered me one hundred and fifty dollars or a Varsity Jacket

To be adorned by my track and band Letters

In the form of a big, bright, orange «F»

It would have been a keepsake at best

Never worn or dressing my tiny high school frame

Like a uniform or an oath

So I took the money instead

Anyway, there were other things on my mind

A lack of plans and the view from the front seat of an '84 Caprice

As we sped up the highway to Miller Rd

Or the way your face would glow when you laughed

Cherry red braces matching cherry red cheeks