I always loved the old cars, kept like lawn furniture in the past years

Hanging out in the grass less fields, staying far away from my fears

The hundred year old neighbor, had an ancient car with all its tires

He let me lift the old hood yesterday, and let me tinker with the wires

I loved all the things about cars and trucks, my metal friend for life

I had just got my driving license, forgetting about a girl or a wife

The day of my first tears, came arriving with my own set of car key

My friendly elderly neighbor, decided his car was only going to me