Cadillac

Blinking the sweat from his eyes now Drinking a beer from a can I'm sure that he looks to his dad and Thinks to himself what a man I wonder what is going on in that head of his Not a lot is going on, my mother says "quit asking him" He's not a good guy, remember that When you come back crying in his Cadillac He says it's from 1962 Bet all my money he loves it more than you Closing his eyes when he drives now Likes when she screams out his name I'm sure there are days he imagines Not pushing down on the brakes Passing the time in his driveway Kicking a stone down the street Watching the cars on the highway Knowing that he'll never leave I wonder what is going on in that head of his Not a lot is going on, my mother says "quit asking him" He's not a good guy, remember that When you come back crying in his Cadillac He says it's from 1962 Bet all my money he loves it more than you Don't be surprised When you're leaving with tears in your eyes When you secretly loved every fight Oh, now you took it too far Should have listened to your mother, never got in his car I wonder what is going on in that head of his Not a lot is going on, my mother says "quit asking him" He's not a good guy, remember that When you come back crying in his Cadillac He says it's from 1962 Bet all my money he loves it more than you