Purple Luck

Sunny day, beer caps popping, smoke billowing all 'round

My 1967 Comet, painted purple, pounded the ground

On our way for another gig we were trippin' to tunes

A White Room, a Stairway made sense to us that noon

Crazy Cathy sat behind me, she was everybody's best friend

Dear to no one exactly, but it was fun to pretend

She began to nibble and peck on the back of my neck

As I reached and picked out a new tape for the deck

Then she reached out over the seat,

And with her hands covered my eyes

Blindness was complete

I heard music and cries