My Life As a Car

My Life as a Car Rusted and busted see my orange face Used to grace the showroom place See these broken eyelights that shone so bright They saved your life one darkened night Edsel body, wet shell to forget Dear little voices asked “Are we there yet?” And still my memories are mildew clear Now through the busted fenders to yesteryear Down the road we'd go far and wide By rolling hills of still countryside Uria finally got his license one day So, in the back seat, he and Neat did lay Taking lunch on a hunch by the road Early moving morn and those three trunk loads Days soon came with the clanks, clinks and pings Can’t start, what’s wrong? everything As grass grows up under my lowly gears Road memories are crystal clear