Our driveways connect by extension, an endless chain of roads
And if I let myself walk forever I'll end up at your door
The winding streets of suburbia would twist into a funnel
And the event horizon would be the edge of your porch
It shows up in my dreams, the pictures blur by fast
You're haloed by the sparklers, by the pyrotechnic flash
When I wake up from the memory, I can't figure out what happened
I expect to still be next to you on the grass
I should have just kissed you the fourth of July
I return there sometimes to imagine the smoke from the fireworks the night that it died
How can I bury something that never was quite alive?
A ghost that I glimpsed for an instant the fourth of July
Our driveways connect by extension, so I don't step out on the street
I draw hearts in chalk on asphalt and I hope you know they're from me
And I lay against cement and I imagine I can hear it
When your shoes hit the ground, miles from here
I should have just kissed you the fourth of July
I return there sometimes to imagine the smoke from the fireworks the night that it died
How can I bury something that never was quite alive?
A ghost that I glimpsed for an instant the fourth of July
And I've been getting my license but I kinda wish I wasn't
'Cause I keep passing your house on the way to school
And I bet one of these days I'll hit someone while I'm driving
And the fault will be yours 'cause I'll have been thinking of you
About how I should have just kissed you the fourth of July
I return there sometimes to imagine the smoke from the fireworks the night that it died
How can I bury something that never was quite alive?
A ghost that I glimpsed for an instant the fourth of July
My ear's still pressed to pavement for the drumming of your Converse
So don't go overseas when you move away for college
And don't start wearing different shoes, even when those fall apart
I need to recognize their echo on the driveway of my heart