Car Memories

It’s nowhere near pay-day
Am I sad, am I blue?
No dear, ‘coz I’m thinking of you

I remember the layby, on the A52,
It will always remind me of you

The wonky door-handle you kicked with your shoe,
And the marks on the roof, they were you

And just outside Bolton,
Where we dented that viaduct
We ‘phoned the AA;
It was more than the AA could do

Winter or summer, through steamy windows
Or feet thru’ the sun-roof
Our passion would carry us thru’

Twin carburettors, thrusting and surging
Speeding thru’ time
In overdrive
Me and you

But now…
As I play with my throttle,
It’s you that I think about constantly,
True