Testo di '67 Cherry Red

Same fucking payphone I’m calling north to mom to ask What year the mustang is And when she answers, I hear your voice, dad I’m coming home soon Could I borrow cash to square some debts? I know I sound desperate But I swear to God, ma, I’ll pay you back I bought myself a burner Programmed your number in I took an ad in the paper Are there grease stains on your skin? Do the songs of young love hum like an engine in your head? I got what you need ‘67, Cherry red I’ve never been a man’s man I ain’t much for cars and I’m sick of fate I’m done with praying But if you hear me, dad, I’ll keep her safe I keep having flashback I see you at dusk, in the summer, in the driveway Smiling at everything, covered in engine grease A look in your eye I can’t explain I bought myself a burner Programmed your number in I took an ad in the paper Are there grease stains on your skin? Do the songs of young love hum like an engine in your head? I got what you need ‘67, Cherry red This guy named robert calls And said he used to have that car at 23 Last year his wife passed on And he’s got memories in love in the backseat He takes the wheel and grins He gets the same look in his eyes you always did He can’t afford what I want for it But says it was nice to see a car like this again But I know he’ll love her the way that you did And I just need enough scratch to buy a bus ticket Mail some to the thunderbird And pay my mom back I bought myself a burner Programmed your number in I took an ad in the paper Are there grease stains on your skin? Do the songs of young love hum like an engine in your head? I got what you need ‘67, Cherry red