Scattered Pearls

The clasp broke at the disco, Mom, I'm sorry And the older men who hit on Becky Nearly broke their necks on scattered pearls And we searched the best we could For two entire songs We knelt and felt along the place where we had stood But we only found seven Grandmother's pearls And as we rode the bus home, I thought surely I'd wake up tomorrow Just to find that I had dreamt up everything There'd still be pearls on a string I wouldn't smell like smoke And I'd still have the cash that I had spent on drinks Oh, I feel as scattered as Grandmother's pearls Mom, don't cry They are only pearls