190 or My Son's Song

It was a slam
At a creek
Northwest of my home
Said they found an alligator
Well, I never swam there
Nobody I knew did
We went into town
Climbed a fence
Drank what we could find
We had nightmares about drowning
with our feet in the water.
We didn’t make promises
We didn’t go back
We met on asphalt and
dry leaves
hunched in the cold
That was one way to get warm