Vampire Town

I wrote a song about the freak we met at the campground a few weeks ago. Here goes.

Sitting on his worn-in barstool
a quiet night in a vampire town
A long-haired dude named Hippy
talking about how he almost drowned
Johnny saw the sheriff out of the corner of his eye
Somehow he had a feeling he knew why

Come with us, son, the sheriff motioned
their way out the back door
Johnny knew everyone was watching
though his own eyes were on the floor
He shuffled out of sight while Hippy
let out a sigh, the coast was clear
the time was here to light up and get high

They took Johnny to the station
set him under a microscope of bright light
"Where did you take the girl?" they asked
But in his mind he wasn't right
"They took my gun in Texas," was all he
managed to say, but they kept him under those
hot lights until morning the next day

They couldn't get a confession, or even
prove he was insane
So they drove him back and dumped his
tired body in the rain
Johnny looked up and down the empty street
and decided to move on. Forks was no longer
a friendly place, it was a cold vampire town.