Car Lover

A top of the line, celebrity ride
With a GPS, Ipod, and cell phone inside
Fine leather interior, with nice heated seats
My car was certainly not one of these

A classic muscle car, with horse power to spare
An overhead cam, and a posi-track rear
Big fat slick tires, on shiny chrome rims
Wasn’t my car either, as it had no fine trim

A big monster truck, with a set of dual stacks
With fog lights and high lights, on specialty racks
Running boards and accessories, packed to the gills
My car most certainly, had none of these frills

My little car was an economy ride
Not much to look at, and not much inside
To me it was nothing more than a car
Though I had it a while, and I drove it quite far

Then came the day when I traded it in
And I realized I’d never see it again
As I gathered together the rest of my junk
And for the very last time, closed the lid on the trunk

Like life passing before me, I could suddenly see
That the little red car, had meant so much to me
It had taken my wife and I, cross country twice
And to so many places, that were so very nice

To weddings and birthdays, to funerals and wakes
And all it ever asked for, was a set of new brakes
Of course I was happy, to buy a new ride

(But As I said goodbye to the little red car for the very last time,
And thought about the wonderful memories inside)

While walking away, I just could have just cried