Our love it’s a fancy sports car alright,
Waiting patiently for us under the lights,
In our fancy garage it’s a wondrous sight
Cleaned three times a day and the paint job’s so bright
Payments are made and the money’s all saved
Waiting for that perfect day to start driving away
But the time to go drive, let the radio play,
That time is never now and always.. someday,
Because some days are gloomy, so the ride would be sad,
Oh and other drivers around us just might be too mad,
There’s that dusty construction in the middle of town,
And some days it’s raining so that means no top down,
That sun and UV.. it\'ll ruin the paint,
What? The neighbors might see? Well this day it ain’t.
So what happens when, on that perfect of days,
When our endless dreams meet reality’s ways,
Do we know what all of those “somedays” will do,
To our engine, the spark plugs, and all of our fuel?
That day will come,
We both know in our heart,
But what ever will we do,
If our sports car won’t start?