Post Stardom Depression - Ordinary Miracle

When It Comes to Cars

I’ve got a 64 impala baby you’ve never seen

Original in color, factory green

She has a straight 6 waiting under the hood

But the cylinders are frozen so it does me no good

I can still turn it over so I don’t think she seized

I had to break in through the window to get to my keys

She’s out there at my brother’s place under the stars

I never had much luck

When it comes to cars

The steering wheel is broken, the stereo is stock

I used to hide a dual cassette deck right there in the glove box

I hung a pair of vice grips to open your door

Please don’t mind the garbage building up on the floor

I could pull a couple dents buy a couple sticks of chrome

I’d have the car parked in my driveway

If the car could make it home

She’s out there at my brother’s place under the stars

I never had much luck

When it comes to cars

It’s strange how the money went

It’s strange how the money can go

Don’t like to tone ‘em up

I just turn up the stereo

There is no fuel like conversation

We don’t need a destination