V.1
The rain mixes with the dust flowing right of the field
Creating this murky paste all over my windshield
Rolling down the cornstalk highway, trying to forget yesterday
Through mist in my eyes and the storm ahead, I can’t see, anyway
Chorus
What’s done is done, no replays here
Just moving on
Radio is busted, so I’m listening to the thoughts in my head
Wasted time, wasted life, wasted on regret
This Olds may take me far, yes it makes me feel alive
This Olds keeps me through the storm, all I can do is drive
Chorus

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