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