Lyrics Late Nights in the Lab - Your Heart Breaks, Clyde Petersen

Late Nights in the Lab

I was 17, a student at the experimental college
Late nights in the lab on the A/B Roll Edit
Living off Luckies and marijuana
A young party monster, looking for trouble
Driving down the I-5 to get to a show
Or the reservation liquor when the others were closed
Whiskey for my coffee for my early class
Queer Poli-Sci, a little over my head
I remember you a teacher at the experimental college
A tough queer femme with a political edge
Hell bent on the ideals of social justice
Teaching Ecofeminist Documentary Production
But it must have been lonely in that small town
You must have wanted so much more
Just to get the hell out
A single gay bar with a single drag queen
Surrounded by your students
With fake ID’s
We sat that night after class
Late in the lab
I shuffled papers from the students into one neat little stack
And made a note on a list, tapes I loaned out
These were just the little things from the times we hung out
I admit I had a crush that I slowly got over
And I know I had questions like had you been older
In the back of my mind, in the video lab
There’s a knock on the door
You’re holding a 6-pack
Cause I’m 17 at experimental college
Late nights in the lab on the A/B Roll Edit
Living off Luckies and marijuana
A shy queer kid looking for a role model
17 at experimental college
Late nights in the lab on the A/B Roll Edit
Living off Luckies and marijuana
A shy queer kid looking for a role model