4 Goodyears

She rolled into town
With the windows down
Maggie May playing on the radio
Of that El Camino
She was on summer break
Just getting in from Notre Dame
Staying with her grandma down the road
And she had ahold of me
For those next 12 weeks
Running through stop signs and gasoline

We were brand new tires on old back roads
Clouds of dust and Marlboro smoke
Hands surfing out the window
Going wherever the wind blows
Headlights off in an empty field
July moon in the windshield
Handprints in fogged up glass
God I wish I could just reach back
Through that rear view mirror
To those 3 good months
On those 4 Goodyears

Man we drove that thing
Til' the asphalt sang
The wheels still spin around in my head
At 17 years old
Life is just an open road
Hadn't felt that free til' then
Haven't felt that free since

We were brand new tires on old back roads
Clouds of dust and Marlboro smoke
Hands surfing out the window
Going wherever the wind blows
Headlights off in an empty field
July moon in the windshield
Handprints in fogged up glass
God I wish I could just reach back
Through that rear view mirror
To those 3 good months
On those 4 Goodyears

But when the rubber meets the road
Under an August sun
Girls and cars like that
Were made to run
But I still hear her singing
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh

We were brand new tires on old back roads
Clouds of dust and Marlboro smoke
Hands surfing out the window
Going wherever the wind blows
Headlights off in an empty field
July moon in the windshield
Handprints in fogged up glass
My God I wish I could just reach back
Through that rear view mirror
To those 3 good months
On those 4 Goodyears

And I'm still singing
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh