Silverado Ghost-Maeve Ash
Lyricist：Naya Vey
Composer：Naya Vey
Producer：Thalia Brynn
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Got two hundred thousand miles on this rusted frame
Every dent and scratch, girl, they know your name
The AC’s been broken since the summer of '19
But I roll the windows down, let the air come clean
Found a bobby pin stuck in the passenger vent
A two-dollar reminder of the time we spent
People say I should trade it, get something brand new
But trading in this metal means trading in you
They don't see the movie playing on the glass
Every time I watch the yellow lines pass
It’s just an old pickup to the naked eye
But inside this cab, we never said goodbye
Yeah, I’m driving with a Silverado Ghost
Haunting the two-lane that I love the most
You’re still riding shotgun, feet on the dash
Singing along to Johnny Cash
I can sell the house, I can pawn the ring
But I can’t let go of this battered old thing
Long as this engine turns and the gasoline burns
I’m riding with a Silverado Ghost
Stopped at Texaco on the county line
Clerk asked about you, said you’re doing fine
I just nodded my head, paid for the tank
Didn’t have the heart to tell him about the blank
Space beside me where you used to be
Navigating backroads and wild history
Now radio static is the only sound
When the sun goes red and the night comes down
They don't see the movie playing on the glass
Every time I watch the yellow lines pass
I’m holding the wheel like I’m holding your hand
Driving through the dust of this promised land
Yeah, I’m driving with a Silverado Ghost
Haunting the two-lane that I love the most
You’re still riding shotgun, feet on the dash
Singing along to Johnny Cash
I can sell the house, I can pawn the ring
But I can’t let go of this battered old thing
Long as this engine turns and the gasoline burns
I’m riding with a Silverado Ghost
One day this transmission’s gonna finally fail
And I’ll leave it rusting on a farmers trail
But until the wheels fall off and the rust takes hold...
I’m keeping your memory on the road!
Yeah, I’m driving with a Silverado Ghost
Haunting the two-lane that I love the most
You’re still riding shotgun, feet on the dash
Singing along to Johnny Cash
I can sell the house, I can pawn the ring
But I can’t let go of this battered old thing
Long as this engine turns and the gasoline burns
I’m riding with a Silverado Ghost
