Breakdown

Waiting here Looking at the stars Watching all the pretty people Climb in all the pretty cars. The sun's creepin up With the numbers on the clock, It's got me second guessin If I'm really waiting for you Or if it's all just a show 'Cause my car wont start And my doors- they just wont lock. This old four stroke engine Never won a race; Make a lot of noise, but it Never took first place. I used to hear it bangin' round my chest, now, A friendly little growl, I hope it only takes a rest, now, baby, I haven't heard it in a while. I ain't burnin' diesel, baby, and I ain't burning coal. I ain't burnin' much now, maybe That's why I'm so cold.