Your Car - Fred Thomas

Alright

Don’t you get tired of always drivin' in your car?

And goin' nowhere?

And ending up right where you are?

And everybody looks at you

And they always wonderin' why

You do everything you do

Like it’s bein' done for the first time

You look so mad

The anger burns right through your eyes

But it’s just your style

Of actin' upset all the time

Everybody looks at you and they

Fall like cards

We do everything we do

In your car