Everyone wants me to trade my old girl in She’s a gas guzzler She’s ugly, I mean, are you really going to park that beast next to my smooth BMW? Her spray paint might rub off and stain our image She’s a hillbilly Jeep She’s rusted and rutted and holey
Holy indeed, my old girl It’s just us now The longest most intimate relationship I ever had to anyone or anything How could I let you go?
You helped me escape and also contained me I am the turtle meat, you are the shell Inside are secret screams and rantings and prayers that you’ll never disclose My old girl, my confidante old faithful friend
You move me carry me hide me You were my homeless shelter Indian blanket in the back and enough food and water for a week
Holy indeed A church A sanctuary My big red four wheel They say you’re losing your looks, babe, but you’re a stunner to me
Let’s holler “Road Trip!” and drive to the end of the land We haven’t smelled salty air in over ten years I’ll stop often You can rest and I’ll make car sandwiches on your hood
There at the edge of the world where rubber meets sea glass and mud babies the lighthouse will decide our next destination and if goodbyes or hellos are the order of the day Holy Holy Holy