Ragtop Chevrolet (L) - Live

He's not much into possessions
Out of step and out of touch
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Don't impress him very much
He has sufficient for his needs
Good tires on the rim
His only passion is the road
Moving quickly under him
He held onto the American Dream
But it somehow slipped away
He's searching for the lost remains
In his ragtop Chevrolet

Timeless lines of steel and chrome
With an S.S. three ninety-six host
The smell of the clutch as gear shift down
Winding up the Oregon coast
He hopes for a good tomorrow
It's where you're going, not where you've been
A tank of gas and a bite to eat
And he's
Back on the road again
He's living what someone else might dream
And he's doing it all today
His life is seen through the windshield of
His ragtop Chevrolet

Like a California evening
Where the streets all come alive
Cruising down some less-traveled byway
Holding at sixty five
Top down, flaps up, music cranked
Ain't nothing he's going to miss
Wind racing through his mind
Doesn't get any better than this
He hits mach one with no effect
Shifting gears like child's play
And he's gliding down the highway in
His ragtop Chevrolet