Berlinetta Dreams

Summer heat on the black top, Texas sky, burning blue. I was 16

with a dream and a jet black point of view. Meguiar's Wax on

my fingers, T-top's glistenin' in the sun. Kelly tires looking

dangerous, yeah, that V8 loved to run. Turn the radio

up, Hale and Boston's ZZ's on the line. 22,

22 was callin'. We were flying blind, winding hills at 103.

Two teenagers riding wild, chasing what we'd be. She was my

Berlinetta girlfriend. Burnin' like a 350 right at night. She was my