A white van you take to work
A brown door on the driver's side - it's bent
The van makes all kinds of noise and stalls when it's not warm
As you try to turn the corner get on your way,
The guy behind you leans on his horn and that's the way you start and
End your day
Long ago, you would have gotten caught up in who was right and who was
Wrong,
But right now you just can't wait to get home, so you can be with your
Dog
She's nothing like the woman of your dreams
She's set in her ways and she talks too much
Sometimes she screams in her sleep
But more than once, her smile in the moonlight caught you by surprise
You saw someone, something in her eyes
Long ago, you would have gotten caught up in who was right and who was
Wrong,
But right now, you can't help but wish for someone who could break your
Heart
Numbered nights
Numbered days
You sit on the back porch and watch them fade
A white van you take to work
A brown door on the driver's side - it's bent
The van makes all kinds of noise and stalls when it's not warm
It stalls when it's not warm