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