Quin

Happy songs in my car, holy water in my tank, nothing else leaves a scar, blown apart in little ways, a gurgle from the crank, she's together these days, lets me burn the tar, the sky looks dank, scatter ashes on the bar, what is left to say, my mind's not blank, clinging to the way, I see clearly in fog, no one else to thank, she rolls like a log, brings me to this state, as if i am a bank, treats me nice on holidays, you never know how far, it's best to be frank know what's going on, Mabel is no ham shank.