67, Cherry Red

Same fucking payphone

I'm calling north to Mom to ask

What year the Mustang is

And when she answers, I, 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

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

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

He's got memories of 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

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