verse 1: Dented cars make me think of you sitting on a red leather stool drinking with your sunglasses on at the bowling alley bar. verse 2: And the sound of the crashing pins behind us when we kissed the night I wrecked my father's car ) behind the bowling alley bar. Pre-Chorus I'm so sorry Donna, sorry about your sunglasses. I didn't mean to step on them; I didn't mean to laugh when you cried. 'Cause it was ne-ver a waste of time to drink beer by your side and watch the fallen pins set up right again. INTERLUDE: verse 3: Skinny girls in tight red jeans kicking cigarette machines; that old woman all alone ) dirty dancing by the phones. Pre-Chorus Driving circles at 3am, throwing rocks at mailboxes, you could never see the stars with those plastic sunglasses on. But it was ne-ver a waste of time to get drunk by your side and watch the fallen pins set up right again. (