Wheels

There’s an old car that’s parked outside the door
But there’s no one here to drive it anymore
The keys collectin' dust on the piano
'Cause there’s no one here to play it anymore
Well your legs looked so fine against the gearshift
And your hands felt so warm against my will
I can still smell your perfume with the music
And the car don’t drive but your memory rolls the wheels
There’s an old sheet of music on the piano
But there’s no one here to play it anymore
And your voice is a shadow on my memory
And that sound isn’t welcome anymore
Well your legs looked so fine wrapped 'round my gearshift
And your hands felt so warm against my will
I can still smell your perfume with the music
And the car don’t drive but your memory rolls the wheels