Take me back to Missouri

Was leaning against Tom Johnson’s house humming what would become my first and only blues song, take me back, back to Missouri, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, la da, la da, la da, la da da da… got tired of waiting for Tom, no telling where he was at, Mr. Submarine or suburban party, but somehow I was at Tom’s no car, miles from home.  Kept humming, take me back, back to Missouri, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, started walking Tom’s yard, headed toward the small cemetery, heard some other voices, laughter, voices, take me back, back to Missouri, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, I seldom pass a cemetery, but I went toward the voices, under the bridge along the train tracks, I saw dark figures huddled around a fire in the middle of the tunnel… I approached steadily, take me back, back to Missouri, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, when right up close, the group turned, startled, without missing a beat I signaled hello to two girls from class who worked on a paper with me or I with them, psychology, Satanism as religion, I had never seen them out before, never been under this bridge before, I walked right up, take me back, back to Missouri, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, I think one was named Leddi, the other… both goth, their friends sniffing glue by the fire, I said nothing, walked up to Leddi embraced and made out, take me back, back to Missouri, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, if I had any balls, any courage, I would have dated Leddi all of high school, married her and had goth babies, take me back, back to Missouri, la da, la da, la da, la da da da, la da, la da, la da, la da da da…