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by Victor Om Shanti

Old people in new cars
Driving down the highway
Of love this far.
Thinking 'bout the back in day
And how they begun
When they were
Young people, in old cars.

Mama was a debutante
Just sixteen
In a shaky jalopy
Old enough to be her dad
Driving in the rain
Feeling so sad
When she picked up a boy
Who'd make her heart glad.

Old people in new cars
Driving down the highway
Of love this far.
Thinking 'bout the back in day
And how they begun
When they were
Young people, in old cars.

The road wasn't always straight
It had curves and hills
With constant construction
Sometimes a battle of wills
They sometimes took a detour
But never strayed too far
Now their old people in new cars.

Old people in new cars
Driving down the highway
Of love this far.
Thinking 'bout the back in day
And how they begun
When they were
Young people, in old cars.

Into the sunset
Papa's hand firmly on the wheel
Mama's head on his shoulder
Remembering the feel of
Brushing back his hair
When they laid under stars,
honky-tonks, stolen kisses,
movie shows and bars
Now, she's glancing out the window
At themselves long ago,
When they were
young people in old cars.
Old people in new cars
Driving down the highway
Of love this far.
Thinking 'bout the back in day
And how they begun
When they were
Young people, in old cars.