Swollen - Paw

Frankie had this old two door

An Oldsmobile seventy-four

It rode six inches off the ground

It must have weighed ten thousand pounds

But when Frank left it just broke down

Like our young hearts

We worked together every day

And rode together every night

We kept the cooler in the trunk full

We spent our summers in that car

It was our bedroom and our bar

Like our young hearts

And we’re riding

In that beat up car

Just riding

With our swollen hearts

Yeah, I’m missin'

I miss that beat up car

Like our young hearts

I think about it still

Like how we’d drive

All night

Driving after dark

Gonna meet our girlfriends at the park

And then we’d go

Riding… Riding for the sake of riding

We’re riding for the sake of riding

Riding for the sake riding

Riding for the sake of…

Riding in that beat up car now

Our young hearts, our young hearts swollen shut

Well, I think that

I think that mine is still now

I think you, I think you miss it too

Like my young heart

Like your young, young heart