boxy volvo (demo) [demo]

Cracked leather, ice on the windshield

When she waits outside, damn, it's cold tonight

A dream's like an old car (Oh-oh), keep it running's the hard part (Oh-oh)

She's got a boxy Volvo, ain't used to riding solo

Dice hang from the rearview (Ooh)

Like fuzzy hands that wave goodbye

Riding shotgun, baby, we could have fun

Scoop me in your old car

Take me back, take me back

Scrap metal out on the west coast

Now the things you choose leave you no choice

Are you tired of the rain now? (Oh-oh)

Do you miss the train now? (Oh-oh)

Would she be riding solo, drivin' in her boxy Volvo?

Wanted nothing else than ride with you

Take me to the show, oh-oh

Riding shotgun, baby, we could have fun

Scoop me in your old car

Take me back, take me back

Grip the wheel, place your hands at ten and two

Ain't no time to waste, girl, push that pedal down

This is a small town, it's not much going on

Even I get restless, too

Don't look at me with skyscrapers in your eyes

'Cause it eats me up inside, I won't deny

I want you to take me for a ride

Riding shotgun, baby, we could have fun

Scoop me in your old car

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back