Automobile Forest

It's got a burnt out frame, rotten seats and smashed in windows

But still we come here again, out to the forest of the automobiles

And from this dashboard, I see through memories

They sure ain't mine, but they're here

We were just out to steal copper, none of us are really good talkers

Until we found this forest, full of old cars

and so we sit in this Chevy, hands on the wheel like we think we're ready

To get this thing off the ground and drive some girls around

It takes a thousand drinks, for these guys to talk about their feelings