Fifteen years old
But it's got less than thirty thousand miles on it
Made in two thousand and five
But it drives just like I remember way back when
I was a just a kid
Top down I ride around town
Sitting down in the same leather seat that he did
Been driving it every day
But I can't shake the way that it still smells like him
Yeah the smell of him
Takes me
Back to eight years old
Little toothpick legs stuffed into the backseat
Back to fighting with my brother
Over who would get to wear the cool sunglasses
Back to promising that
Grandma would never find out that he was
Driving us so fast
It takes me back
The speakers are a little old
But it's always loaded with six CDs
Blasting Abbey Road and Slowhand
And all the other ones we used to sing
And suddenly
It takes me
Back to Chopsticks lessons
And serenade sessions on his grand piano
Back to talking about records
And why they sound so much better on vinyl
Back to learning that music
Ain't something to be kept to yourself
Or stored up on the rack
It takes me back
But I'm
Getting tired of driving this car alone
And I
Wish that I could go
Back to before I knew
What the inside of a hospice looked like
Back to before I'd learned
The meaning of words like metastasizing cells
Back to eight years old
Little toothpick legs stuffed into the backseat
Back to fighting with my brother
Over who would get to wear the cool sunglasses
Back to my arms around his waist
And a smile on his face
And back to never looking back
Take me back
Back
Take me back