Back to School Night    September, 1996

Sitting in that old desk chair
Looking with a vacant stare
Knowing I've been here before

Back to school night is for the folks
Because we never get over
The faces and hair hasn't changed
We only look older

In the old shop room
It was my favorite spot
Butcher block tables , Isometric drawings

Would you have talked to me way back then
Did you wear glasses
Was there ribbons in your long hair
And was acne your torture

Standing on the wood gym floor
Adolescence means much much more
Than body changes
Yearning emotions

I could climb the rope to the top
Throw the ball, Run a mile
But I couldn't say a word to the girls
I just got the cold shoulder

The teacher really have not changed
But now they are all my age
I never knew knew the real score

Behind the front of the secure school
they were screwed up as we are
We never saw from our little desk
The real life when you get older

Some have a balding spot
Bodies losing shape
Wrinkles, pains and varicose veins

We are all who we were way back then
We shuffle relationships too
The first day is still tough to get thru