A few more miles to go.
That green and white sign tells us.
Only 25 miles till you drive me crazy.
You stare out the windshield.
And drool onto the steering wheel.
At every other car with wheels.
Wishing you could drive them.
I am fast and clean.
Dependable and fun.
Powerful and strong.
So why am I not good enough for you?
Is it my interior?
Is the color of the seats wrong?
Or the music that I play?
Or is it that you're just too comfortable?
Your body sinks into every curve.
As if your body is meant to be there.
So just as you think you belong.
You trade the recent one in.
Did you ever stop to think?
That could be the car for you?
Do you realize?
Once you trade its hard to buy the car back.