The Monday Night Drive to Baton Rouge

We can't stay at my house, I just broke
up with my boyfriend, he might be there.
He's moving to Massachusetts soon.
My apartment's off limits until July.

Summers here, days been thick.
I remember how you felt, from last fall.
Now sweat rolls down your places -
the cup at the bottom of your back,
your hand on the wheel racing into
a great story to tell tomorrow.

The story of how we drove to Baton Rouge,
after drinks at Molly's, a slow
dance or two, songs
on the juke we couldn't afford.

So you'll drive me to Baton Rouge,
to your apartment, to make love,
An hour in the passenger side -
my apartment's off limits 'til July.