More songs by Bailey Zimmerman
Description
It smells of gasoline, summer, and something that is long gone but still lingers. The old Chevy still growls somewhere on the side of memory - as if starting it up again could take you back to that night when kisses mingled with the smell of dust and asphalt. Back when you still believed that roads led not away, but to someone.
But now the steering wheel turns by itself, the radio plays songs about “hearts that have grown cold,” and even the air in the cabin feels foreign. Just a guy and his car, driving through his own past to make sure it's really over. Although, maybe not completely - after all, the engine still starts with half a turn.
Lyrics and translation
Original
White
Chevy Silverado that
I bought with money that I borrowed.
And I,
I can still remember you kissing my lips and backing me up against the fender.
Yeah, we got lost in that backseat. Four dead stained random memories.
Couple dreams and some heartbreaking miles ago.
Help me out, tell me how'd your heart get so cold?
Tell me when did our young love get so old? Went from holding on tight to letting me go.
I said I loved you and I wish you never said it back. Took the sun-bleached
Polaroid off my dash.
I ain't got the girl in it, but I still have this white
Chevy Silverado.
And it'll drive all night to get to you tomorrow.
And it would if you said I should.
A little love would get it running good.
And there's some want you bad horses waiting under the hood. And I'd love it, baby, if you could.
Help me out, tell me how'd your heart get so cold?
Tell me when did our young love get so old? Went from holding on tight to letting me go.
I said I loved you and I wish you never said it back. Took the sun-bleached
Polaroid off my dash.
I ain't got the girl in it, but I still have this white
Chevy Silverado.
Help me out, tell me how'd your heart get so cold?
Tell me when did our young love get so old? Went from holding on tight to letting me go.
I said I loved you and I wish you never said it back. Took the sun-bleached
Polaroid off my dash.
I ain't got the girl in it, but I still have this white
Chevy Silverado.
The only ride for this heartbroke desperado.