"Boy, I'd love to have that car,"
I whispered to my dad
"I've always heard a Mustang flies
We could fix it up and make it new again
All it needs is just a little time."


Dad is hardly ever home since momma passed away
He's always working overtime
I know that he cannot afford to buy that car
Even though he'd love to make it mine


It's not the car that I'm needing
Just the chance to be with him
I know that once these days roll past us
They will never come again
So little time, and we spend way too much apart
There will always be a part of us
Together in that car


I finally let go of that dream
and the time we could have shared
It was a distant memory
Until last fall a note came, saying dad was gone
Could I come quick? He'd left a note for me


"Bury dad right next to mom, up on Crowley's Ridge
There, I've said my last goodbyes."
I opened up the note, and found a set of keys
"Here's your car, son. I hope it flies."

It's not the car that I'm needing
Just the chance to be with him
I know that once these days roll past us
They will never come again
So little time, and we spend way too much apart
There will always be a part of us
Together in that car

So little time, and we spend way too much apart
There will always be a part of us
Together in that car