Drunk in the back of your car again Laid out upon the back seat again Just like the old days of spinning around It's a whole lot quieter now It's a whole lot quieter now Oh, you keep both hands on the wheel as you stare straight ahead Gone is the stale smoke of fresh cigarettes Now there's just kids toys and air fresheners Gone are the remnants of Jessica Well, I know I'm wasted, but sweetheart, I miss you I wish you didn't have to see me like this well Here's to the ghost of something to remember Your dad's Fiat Punto in sweet fading silver Remember when the car lost a wheel in the snow The three of us huddled together for warmth Between the East Midlands Parkway and near Nottingham But the car, it survived then and keeps rolling on As we pull up in silence outside of my house The car stalls and shudders, but the engine still growls You hide your tattoos, I know this is the end I know everything changes, but can't we pretend? I know I'm wasted, but sweetheart, I miss you I wish you didn't have to see me like this well Here's to the ghost of something to remember You call it aging, I call it surrender Hold on to the past 'cause the future'll haunt you Your dad's Fiat Punto in sweet fading silver Drunk in the back of your car again Drunk in the back of your car again