Album: Some Kind of Zombie
Twenty years ago I watched in awe
as my dad drove up the driveway
More than proud to have a brand
new family car
Thirty miles to the gallon, 0 to 60,
sometimes
I remember putting down the back
seat and lying in the hatchback
Looking at the sky watching
trees go by
I was the son of a preacher, and
he was a rich poor man
No AC
No FM,
And no regrets,
in my Chevette
The winter cracked the highway and
we tried to dodge the potholes
He never promised us it would be a
gentle ride
He never had a problem though,
keeping it on the narrow road