Conshohocken Curve
Conshohocken Curve
Written by Aaron Nathans & Michael G. Ronstadt

It was a dark and stormy morning
I was going sixty five
Seat belt snapped, the heater blasted
My head was stuck in drive

I kind of half expected it
In my bleary morning fuzz
But I was still a bit uneasy
When I felt my pocket buzz

I had in mind what I might do
But I lost my nerve
She had to drop the big one
On the Conshohocken curve

The sun had just begun to rise
Blue route exit passed
Eyes bugged out, drool dripped down
I swear I almost crashed

I felt my heart skip seven beats
words spun round while thrashing
tearing apart each little thought
that I had long been stashing

I had in my mind a straighter course
But I had to swerve
She had to drop the big one
On the Conshohocken curve

Cliffs above, river down
Muddy blank terrain
My tires grip for traction
A braking in my brain
She screams out, you’re too intense
You’re driving me away
The memories, all flood out
Thunder brings the rain

I bet that she would take me
like seven times this year
but next that she calls it off
I know she’ll find me here

I guess that in the end
We all get what we deserve
Just another morning on The
Conshohocken curve