Theres a Mountain Dew can with lipstick on it
Rollin round his truck bed.
He just leaves it back there,
one of the things he still has left of her
When he drives into the late day sun
You can see a set of footprints.
He aint going to clean that windshield,
Hed rather just live with the hurt.
Hes holdin on to the wheel
To the way she made him feel.
To the shifter, to the pictures.
Every precious moment with her.
Like the left behind colors in the sky
When the sun is gone.
Hes holdin on.
Oh, hes holdin on.
Theres that voicemail on his cell phone
He dont dare erase.
She ended with I love you,
And he saves it just in case
It might still be true.
No he aint through.
To the past
To the last time he held her
The breath on his neck.
The three words she said.
Oh oh oh
Hes holdin on to the wheel
To the way she made him feel.
To the shifter, to the pictures.
Every precious moment with her.
Hes holdin on
Yeah, hes holdin on
Hes holdin on
Hes holdin on