Whitewalls and Fenderskirts
by Richard Lawry
Whitewalls spinning down the street
Flashing a smile as we meet
Hubcaps gleaming like a steel guitar
Chasing dreams in my favorite car
Fenderskirts low
The paint it gleams
Every turn a snapshot
A vintage dream
Whitewalls whisper
The night agrees
We're riding
The edge of memories
Fins slicing through the evening air
Tuck and roll seats, fuzzy dice hanging there
Radio crackles with a timeless tune
Under the night sky we race the moon
Lost in the roar of the V/8's song
Time slips away as we drive on
Fenderskirts low
The paint it gleams
Every turn a snapshot
A vintage dream
Whitewalls whisper
The night agrees
We're riding
The edge of memories
Whitewalls and fenderskirts are keeping score
Miles blur, but I crave a little more
Hubcaps and fins are just a ghost
Haunting the past
But these moments
Oh, they're built to last
Fenderskirts low
The paint it gleams
Every turn a snapshot
A vintage dream
Whitewalls whisper
The night agrees
We're riding
The edge of memories
Whitewalls and fenderskirts are keeping score
Miles blur, but I crave a little more
Hubcaps and fins are just a ghost
Haunting the past
But these moments
Oh, they're built to last
Yeah
Whitewalls and fenderskirts
They're built to last
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