The Dashboard

We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck

Just my brother and me

The night before he shipped out overseas

A leatherneck, jarhead marine

He said the radiator leaks and the timing belt is worn

But the heart and soul of this old beat-up truck,

Is the Dashboard

It's seen a lot of tan legs,

Got a kick ass radio,

Heard a lot of singing along to some country songs and rock & roll,

Got a .38 bullet hole, courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad,

A lot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photographs

He said if I don't come back, you can have this Ford

Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard

He said the paint is peeling off,

It's got dents in both the doors

If something happens to me,

Don't hang a for sale sign above the dashboard

I had the engine overhauled,

A paint job and brand new chrome,

I had her washed and waxed,

Sitting in the drive the day he came home

I said here's your keys, she's all yours

I fixed everything, but the dashboard