stolen chevrolet (version one)

I broke my silence

when I got my first guitar

held closely to me

while everyone else was so far

away

riding in a stolen chevrolet

I stayed at home

where people like me belonged

I grew up in fantasies

from drug store comic books

staring out the window

to see how real children looked

I could not run

I could not sing

I could not ride a bike

I could not do a single thing

that other people liked