Same fucking payphone
I'm calling north to mom, to ask
What year the Mustang is
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
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 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
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
Can't afford what I want for it
But says it's 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
You goddamn right