Breakdown

Waiting here

Looking at the stars

Watching all the pretty people

Climb in all the pretty cars.

The sun's creepin up

With the numbers on the clock,

It's got me second guessin

If I'm really waiting for you

Or if it's all just a show

'Cause my car wont start

And my doors- they just wont lock.

This old four stroke engine

Never won a race;

Make a lot of noise, but it

Never took first place.

I used to hear it bangin' round my chest, now,

A friendly little growl,

I hope it only takes a rest, now, baby,

I haven't heard it in a while.

I ain't burnin' diesel, baby,

and I ain't burning coal.

I ain't burnin' much now, maybe

That's why I'm so cold.