'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 flashbacks
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
Snd 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.