We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck
Just my brother and me
The night before he shipped out overseas
A leatherneck jarhead marine
He said the radiator leaks and the timing belt is worn
But the heart and soul of this old beat-up truck
Is the Dashboard
It's seen a lot of tan legs
Got a kick ass radio
Heard a lot of singing along to some country songs and rock & roll
Got a .38 bullet hole courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad
A lot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photographs
He said if I don't come back you can have this Ford
Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard
He said the paint is peeling off
It's got dents in both the doors
If something happens to me
Don't hang a for sale sign above the dashboard
I had the engine overhauled
A paint job and brand new chrome
I had her washed and waxed
Sitting in the drive the day he came home
I said here's your keys she's all yours
I fixed everything but the dashboard
