Old Car - The Great Communicators

What is out there on the hill

melted rubber and good will

and some fuel that won’t kill

all the time we’ve been holding still

I can’t be keeping track

off your dwelling behind my back

it is giving me the chills

I brace myself for the final smack

take the old car for a spin

kick it in, kick it in

the leather on your skin

takes you in, takes you in

the price you pay

might be another way

to rediscover the borders

What is out there in the trees

Tops are catching a strong breeze

Wounded souls you’ll never please

They keep on diving in seven seas

My hands are soaking wet

Try to wash of all the dirt

Feel the pressure on my cheeks

High speed, take lead

For the bet you made

take the old car for a spin

kick it in, kick it in

the leather on your skin

takes you in, takes you in

the price you pay

might be another way

to rediscover the borders

take the old car for a spin

kick it in, kick it in

the leather on your skin

takes you in, takes you in

the price you pay

might be another way

to rediscover the borders