An old Chrysler stands in the car park Tall and lean he'll take you for a ride Ride the thought that's kept in check The time with him is time well spent
Clean the spokes of old Charlie Blue Car Hold on fast the road you won't believe Leave his hand along the way To smooth the road that's been unpaved
How could I know where you'd take me
Just like shoes upon plaza windows Sounds of streets- that fills my ringing ears Ears and my reality To keep in check what's been perceived
Miss the voice of old Mrs. Blue Car Tired lessons drilled in my seething head Head is filled with engine noise Blocking out the need for muffled sound
How could I know where you'd take me'
Run close to the blue Chrylser It rolls right by Don't crash or you won't last I must ask how could I know where you'd take me
Happy lad seems to be go lucky Curly blonde not tall and dark and thin Thin white youthful sporty model Office filled with soda bottles
Green light go you're hardly moving Stop the car the devil's on the bus Bus outside is cold and waiting Hope-filled eyes that long for one more ride