The Dashboard

We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck

Just my brother and me

The night before he shipped out overseas

A leather neck, jarhead marine

He said the radiator leaks and the timing belt is worn

But the heart and soul of this old beat up truck is the dashboard

It's seen a lot of tan legs, got a kick ass radio

Heard a lot of singin' along to some country songs and rock 'n' roll

Got a thirty-eight bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad

A lot of scotch-tape marks from holdin' timeless photographs

He said if I don't come back, you can have this Ford

Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard

He said the paint is peelin' off

It's got dents in both the doors

If something happens to me don't hang a for-sale sign

Above the dashboard

It's seen a lot of tan legs, got a kick ass radio

Heard a lot of singin' along to some country songs and rock 'n' roll

Got a thirty-eight bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad

A lot of scotch-tape marks from holdin' timeless photographs

He said if I don't come back, you can have this Ford

Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard

I had the engine overhauled

A paint job and brand new chrome

I had her washed and waxed

Sittin' in the drive the day that he came home

I said here's your keys

She's all yours

I fixed everything

But the dashboard