Dashboard Blues

All the lights on my dash board glow

Ain't it swell

A Christmas tree of warning signs straight from car hell

Transmission hiccuping like it's tryin' to dance

And the tire pressure low enough to pop—no chance

Oil’s screamin’ leak

But the engine just sighs

The gas tank’s flirting with the empty line

Oh what a surprise

Bank account’s thinner than tread on my tires

Adult life’s a circus

And I’m one of the flyers

Got the dashboard blues in my clunky ride

All lit up like Vegas

But I can't take pride

Too many bills to handle

Can't feel alive

Gotta park my dreams

Hope this junker survives

The seatbelt's loose

Keeps beepin’ it's a crime

My wallet said “next week” for the hundredth time

The heat’s stuck on cold

The radio’s fried

Every drive’s a gamble

Roll the dice

I slide

Muffler’s playing percussion on the open street

Neighbors think I'm throwing down some wicked beats

But it’s life screaming at me

Like a scratchy LP

I laugh it off

For now this rust's my VIP

Got the dashboard blues in my clunky ride

All lit up like Vegas

But I can't take pride

Too many bills to handle

Can't feel alive

Gotta park my dreams

Hope this junker survives