Time Machine

Laid back, floating on a breeze

Old dog in the front seat

Head hanging out the window

Red light, ready, set, go

I pick her up for a slow down Friday night

I still remember every mile

Showing off on Main Street

I turned around at the BP

In that windshield glass

I go back

And the miles and the memories roll on past

I'm right back

Yeah, this damned old truck

No, it ain't worth much

Till you look past that rust, you'll see

It's a walking, talking, Detroit time machine

Put a whole lot of gas in it

Drove a little too fast in it

There's a whole lot of past in it

And it'll take you right back in it

That space was yours back in the game

Oh, what's her name, is back in the frame

My first, my last, yeah, just like that

In that windshield glass

I go back

And the miles and the memories roll on past

I'm right back

Yeah, this damned old truck

No, it ain't worth much

Till you look past that rust, you'll see

It's a walking, talking, Detroit time machine

Put a whole lot of gas in it

Drove a little too fast in it

There's a whole lot of past in it

And it'll take you right back in it

Burned a whole lot of gas

Drove a whole lot of fast

There's a whole lot of past

And it'll take you right back in it

In that windshield glass

I go back

And the miles and the memories roll on past

I'm right back

Yeah, this damn old truck

No, it ain't worth much

Till you look past that rust, you'll see

It's a walking, talking, Detroit time machine

Put a whole lot of gas in it

Drove a little too fast in it

There's a whole lot of past in it

And it'll take you right back in it

Put a whole lot of gas in it

Drove a little too fast in it

There's a whole lot of past in it