A rusted car sits alone in a garage
Broken, retired, waiting for a drive
Soon to be sent to a junkyard
Yet it has never been more alive
It's not sad, no not at all
Because, in life, it'd given it's all
It's ridden roads, prairies,the mountain range
And never once did it stall
So yes, sure, this was it's last day
But, of course, Nothing Gold Can Stay
It won't be sad when it's sent away
Because it knows nothing can slay
The warmth of it's mechanical heart.
