Silver Stallion

(vroooom) Seventy-two Chevy, silver and rust

Sitting on the driveway,

collecting the dust

Took a little turn on the ignition key

Back to the place where we used to be

Oh,

she's heavy to hold

But she runs like pure gold

Rolling in that old-school Chevy tonight

Headlights cutting through the pale starlight Two-tone paint and a heavy metal

frame

She's the only one who knows my name

(oh yeah, that's right)

Odometer stalled on a hundred-and-ten

Wish we could live those summers again

Arm out the window,

chasing the breeze

Flying past the shadows of the maple trees

Rolling in that old Chevy...

Yeah, she still runs... (vrooooom)