You look at me like the most impressive present you have ever received
Like a 1970 Camaro showed up in your driveway on Christmas morning
You pop the hood
Detailed, clean, Chevy 353, 5-speed
Don’t you know looks can be deceiving?
Appearing to be a well-oiled machine
Go ahead, hop in
Leather interior, gold trim, Bose stereo system bumping Lynyrd Skynyrd
Cycle through the gears
Get an idea of how she feels
Step on the peddle
Fall in love with the pull of the throttle
Oh, how she purrs
Can you imagine a time where she wasn’t like this?
This is her story, it’s worth a listen
Once upon a time this beauty was scarred with scratches and dents
A broken window which through the hornets moved in
Mean little bastards
Bright yellow and angry
Enough to send anyone running
They kept her safe and the surrounding grass became an impenetrable cage
Tired and neglected, she sat abandoned, alone
Barely bothered by anyone
Then a girl came by
One who had known this Camaro since its first drive
She dared to have a look inside
To combat the grass now grown up past the girl’s eyes
The girl slid on in and gave the old ride a try
The Camaro sputtered and stalled
The next day, she wouldn’t start up at all
Every day the girl came through
Rebuilding old parts, some so damaged they can never be reused
Some parts now obsolete, needing to be replaced with ideas brand new
Took years of blood, sweat, tears, hard truths, impossible decisions too
This is the car that girl dropped off to you
The keys are in your palm
The keys that the girl kept locked away from everyone
Before you back out of the driveway
There’s a few things I have to say
She only drives well in first, third, and fifth
She loves to take sharp turns in a drift
She’s lives every day as if this is it
It could be if…
She is clumsy and reckless
Logic, a futile attempt to keep her balance
She was born to be wild, engrained in her since she was a child
Life held together by stubbornness and super glue
She doesn’t need you
Desolate, far off, unknown, these are her favorite places
Unapologetic of the path she takes
When she’s nervous or scared, her leg shakes
Constantly saying sorry when there is no guilty party
Days she didn’t think she’d survive end with a long drive
She finds answers and solace in the stars
Are you sure you want to drive this car?
