Lyrics

My little old Honda
It’s not quite a hot rod
A bit of an old car
But it’s fit for a rock star
And it’s gotten me this far

It’s seen some hand-holding
A little off-roading
Watching my life unfolding
All of it unknowing
How far I might be going
With no signs of slowing

I wrote my next hit pop song
Scribbling all the words on
The dashboard, windows down
In parking lots all over town
I guess you could say, I get around
(Not really)

My little old Honda
It’s not quite a hot rod
A bit of an old car
But it’s fit for a rock star
And it’s gotten me this far

It’s seen some hand-holding
A little off-roading
Watching my life unfolding
All of it unknowing
How far I might be going
No signs of slowing

158,000-some miles
Most old things stay worthwhile
Like vintage, it’s still wild
But maybe I hold on too tight to my old lifestyles
(Whoa)

I’m not who I say I am on my dating profile
I just want to sit and talk to my number one on speed dial
Sort through laundry piles
Make a life that will last a while
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My little old Honda
It’s not quite a hot rod
A bit of an old car
But it’s fit for a rock star
And it’s gotten me this far

With a little hand-holding
A little off-roading
Watching my life unfolding
I’ll always have fun knowing
I know right where I’m going
With you