On my commute home, I was behind an old Impala on a trailer so I finally wrote a song involving an old Chevy and earned my USA citizenship.
Also, a song about impatience, aging, wanting to do good, and my unwillingness to buy old, expensive wine.
(Headphones are best, the depth of the bass doesn't show up with laptop speakers...still learning.
I’d rather taste baby whiskey than old red vinegar wine
Hit me up when you get your old Chevy back and we’ll go out sometime
I’m too impatient to bank on chance or wait for a better day
So grab that beat up Impala and head my way
I got nothing but time and incoming lines
On my old soul of a face
The winds will never cease to change
So why should I wait
The world burns a little more, a little hotter every hour
Hit me up when you’re en route and I’ll get in the shower
I’m too kind to let it slide when men are forceful and mean
So grab that beat up Impala and lets change some things
I’ll take a thousand dollar throttle o’er a thousand dollar bottle any day
Cuz fifty miles is worth the smile that won’t sit in the dark and the damp and decay