Sweet Fading Silver

Drunk in the back of your car again
Laid out upon the back seat again
Just like the old days of spinning around
It’s a whole lot quieter now
It’s a whole lot quieter now

Oh, you keep both hands on the wheel as you stare straight ahead
Gone is the stale smoke of fresh cigarettes
Now there’s just kids toys and air fresheners
Gone are the remnants of Jessica

Well, I know I’m wasted, but sweetheart, I miss you
I wish you didn’t have to see me like this well
Here’s to the ghost of something to remember
Your dad’s Fiat Punto in sweet fading silver

Remember when the car lost a wheel in the snow
The three of us huddled together for warmth
Between the East Midlands Parkway and near Nottingham
But the car, it survived then and keeps rolling on

As we pull up in silence outside of my house
The car stalls and shudders, but the engine still growls
You hide your tattoos, I know this is the end
I know everything changes, but can’t we pretend?
I know I’m wasted, but sweetheart, I miss you
I wish you didn’t have to see me like this well
Here’s to the ghost of something to remember
You call it aging, I call it surrender
Hold on to the past 'cause the future’ll haunt you
Your dad’s Fiat Punto in sweet fading silver

Drunk in the back of your car again
Drunk in the back of your car again