There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn

You hear their engines roaring on
When you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind

So Mary climb in
It’s a town full of losers
I’m pulling out of here to win