Speed Limit Years
from True Blue
The car is wearing out, but it gets me where I need to go It's scratched and has some dents but I don't mind One hundred fifty thousand miles is a long, long way to go Drove me to the speed limit years. The fan rattles, the upholstery's stained, the left front tire squeaks We've survived three accidents But it's paid for, has new tires, and the engine's going strong Cruising through the speed limit years. My gramma told me "Don't ever get old." But there's no good alternative, I'm told. Fifty-five to seventy is a new stage of life Starting to develop aches and pains It's nothing that'll kill me yet, but it's making me slow down Riding through the speed limit years. What's gonna happen to my family? And what about little old me? I take five kinds of medicines and physical therapy But I can't sleep through the night or eat as much My knee and shoulder hurt, but I'm not gonna complain 'Cause I'm enjoying the speed limit years. When I lose my license, and then my mind And all the luggage, what'll be left behind? It's time to stop the racing 'roun
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