11 AM Drunk

I guess that time slips faster than we thought
Days seem like months, seem like years
An eternity
I finally got a clue

Do you remember slip 'n' slides and beehives?
They marked the time the sun reared its head
The red skin meant it was worth it

You're 11 AM drunk on an Amtrak home tonight
Feeling like a runaway in the dead of night