These scenes play in my head some scaring me out of my bed.
The record is spinning out that song,
all the adults are dancing,
muttering words that sound wrong.
If the record is at its end,
it begins to spin again.
Their laughter makes you want to run and hide,
cover your eyes and let the tears slide.
Wake the next morning to something gone wrong.
The moon is floating lazily, and gone is the song?
The record’s making a bump sound,
and still spinning around.