Bobby went out for a joy ride with my best girl, left me at the party.
It was almost June and the three-quarter moon illuminated the rain-soaked streets like a candy wrapper.
I guess that's why Bobby had his lights off,
tear-assing through them back streets of town where me and Bobby tear-assed so many times before.
Sometimes with my best girl, and sometimes Bobby had him one too.
But this night he banked that curve just a little too hard and that 442 went airborne.
Hit a telephone pole and split in two, Bobby's skull was split right in two,
And my girl pinned in her seat, partially embedded in the dashboard.
And for the next twenty minutes the only sound in the night were her screams.
And the sound of the wheel still spinning.
In a little while the ambulance came and the sound of its siren mixed with the sound of the screaming girl and the spinning wheel.
But when the story was told the next day at the graduation ceremony,
Everyone said that when the paramedics got there
they could still hear "Free Bird" playing on the stereo.