It’s the burdens of these hallways and casual screams
They sing of the results that were never meant to me
Cant control the distance when the time is always off
I will follow my convictions in the barroom left unlocked
Keeping away the promises made through all our talk
Bring about the sighs through unpleasant empty stares
I bet you could make honey from shattered glass
Lay all their eyes down as they make a pass

If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me?
Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be.
Drive away to false expectations that never last
If I had a 57’ chevy could we forget our past?

Shoulder decisions to make others believe
Have my shoes shined bright trim the lawn real clean
Take a lonely picture with yourself and desperation
Save all the innocence for a fathers blessing
Tolls have laid themselves through nights that never end
Depend on others broken tabs to keep the lights on
I bet you could make charcoal into diamond eyes
Lay them on a table for others to walk bye

If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me?
Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be.
Drive us down those roads of all the days that have gone past
If I had a 57’ chevy could I find a way to make it last

You could be a pin up in a polka dotted dress
Squander how both are lives remain an empty distant mess
I could chauffeur you steadily through different outside towns
And forget about missed autumn nights as all the leaves turn brown

If I had 57’ chevy would you ride with me?
Let me pick you up and be what you want me to be.
Drive away to false expectations that never last
If I had a 57’ chevy could we forget our past?
We have lost desire from open regrets
If I had a 57’ chevy would you just forget