Cadillac

Blinking the sweat from his eyes now

Drinking a beer from a can

I'm sure that he looks to his dad and

Thinks to himself what a man

I wonder what is going on in that head of his

Not a lot is going on, my mother says "quit asking him"

He's not a good guy, remember that

When you come back crying in his Cadillac

He says it's from 1962

Bet all my money he loves it more than you

Closing his eyes when he drives now

Likes when she screams out his name

I'm sure there are days he imagines

Not pushing down on the brakes

Passing the time in his driveway

Kicking a stone down the street

Watching the cars on the highway

Knowing that he'll never leave

I wonder what is going on in that head of his

Not a lot is going on, my mother says "quit asking him"

He's not a good guy, remember that

When you come back crying in his Cadillac

He says it's from 1962

Bet all my money he loves it more than you

Don't be surprised

When you're leaving with tears in your eyes

When you secretly loved every fight

Oh, now you took it too far

Should have listened to your mother, never got in his car

I wonder what is going on in that head of his

Not a lot is going on, my mother says "quit asking him"

He's not a good guy, remember that

When you come back crying in his Cadillac

He says it's from 1962

Bet all my money he loves it more than you