I feel like the glare that blinds, ridin' down the road
I feel like the car behind you're followin' too close
I feel like a tear you'd hide, too scared that someone'd see
Kinda like a lamppost shine in a side of an empty street
I feel like the rock you thought you'd gotten out your shoe
I feel like the socks you bought, unopened and unused
I feel like a cigarette you lit and didn't smoke
Let me be the reason, even if it's there to choke
I feel for the engine that your daddy didn't tend
And I feel for the boys who'd had to put the new one in
But I feel like the Valvoline that's sittin' in the trunk
You could've poured a couple quarts and never blown it up