I’ve got girl groups on my mind and radio.

Three minutes in heaven
followed by three minutes in heaven —
oh Ronnie, oh Mary, oh Diana and Flo —
whatever happened to us?

Once, anybody could have been my baby
or so you made it seem.
The smallest sound contained every other sound,
or so you made it seem.

For every night spent rolling back roads
in ancient cars rigged with the biggest speakers we could afford,
or parked in turnoffs deep in woods
full of New England ghosts and fumbled loving,

you had a song to match
and we tailored our cut to the words.

I”m in girl group land now,
full of three minute peeks into heavens I never found.
Turning up the stereo makes the missing hurt.
I turn it up even louder to make it go away.