If I choke boy you start me up again.
Restring my wires, you know this gear box,
Can make the shift polish my rims.
Oh, damned if you do, damned if you don't.
I swear it seems late, boy,
I've even curved this body to fit your bow.
Still the rain can confuse the thoughts that come,
Come in rhythm.
'Cause it never was the cars and guitars,
That came between us.
Still the thought says,
"What if I?
Keep on driving,
Keep on driving."
"Yeah that whip has skirt,"
You said it proud.
Sometimes I'd watch her idle while you'd tune her up,
Me with my silencer on.
You and your crocodile clip,
Me and my alligator pears, yeah.
All tricked out for the trip,
That slid into a spin.
Still the rain can confuse the thoughts that come,
Come in rhythm.
'Cause it never was the cars and guitars,
That came between us.
Still the thought says,
"What if I?
Keep on driving,
Keep on driving."
You say that "I miss you."
You stop in at my drive-thru,
You know who you'll order some some boy.
'Cause it never was the cars and guitars,
That came between us.
Still the thought says,
"What if I?
Keep on driving,
Keep on driving,
Keep on driving."
If I choke boy you start me up again.
Restring my wires, you know this gear box,
Can make the shift polish my rims.