Top 40

We take your truck into town
Mm-mm
You say to me: Let’s get out of here, far away
I shook my head, hope you know what I meant

Passenger seat, watching you shoot the breeze
Listening to top 40 of the west

Black corvette, my head on your lap
Our hands intertwined
Take me for a ride

Deep in me, you say
It’s kind of funny
Your laugh still haunts me
In the bedroom where you reap
And I just stand there wondering
What happened to us?