Watching The Sparks Fly

Fourth of July
As barbecues bake the dusk to night
Tricia kicks a bottle cap down Pearl Street
With a wish and a sigh,
She waves a sparkler around in the heat
Casting spells
Light flickers in her eyes

Watching The Sparks Fly (Fourth of July)
Watching The Sparks Fly (Fourth of July)
Watching The Sparks Fly

This hot summer night
The Beach Boys blast on 8 track high
As Jeremy coaxes his Camaro down Pearl Street
He idles at lights
Then races out at the green, tires screech
A comet’s tail
His muffler drags on the white line

Watching The Sparks Fly (Fourth of July)
Watching The Sparks Fly (Fourth of July)
Watching The Sparks Fly

Who’s to say what makes the sparks dance
Twirling gypsies of light entranced
When eyes meet eyes
Worlds collide

Fourth of July (Fourth of July)
As old women gossip like crows on a clothesline
Tricia and Jeremy cruise down Pearl Street
They’re mesmerized
He - by her lip gloss, and her - by his eyes
At Lover’s Point
They kiss and watch stars shooting by

Watching The Sparks Fly (Fourth of July)
Watching The Sparks Fly (Fourth of July)
Watching The Sparks Fly (Fourth of July)