Chevrolet parked in the driveway
I don't know what's left in the tank
My bank account is dry, it's dry can be it
And
I don't care about a destination
Cause all I got is a strong conviction
Lord help me I took all I can take Two years too long to wait
So I prayed for an angel Prayed to the sky
To open wide, open asking God oh why, oh why
Why he used to be a lover,
he used to be a friend But now all I see is a cold dead end
Why oh why Lord, why's it gotta be
When you whisk your kisses Gotta pack it up and bite the bullet
He's so drunk and he's headed home for more And I'm racing the storm
White horses hear the thunder When the
ground shakes you better run for cover
I am still,
I do what I got to Cause change is something he can't comprehend
I'm the one who grabs the car and sweeps the street