There's an old car that's parked outside the door But there's no one here to drive it anymore The keys collectin' dust on the piano 'Cause there's no one here to play it anymore Well your legs looked so fine against the gearshift And your hands felt so warm against my will I can still smell your perfume with the music And the car don't drive but your memory rolls the wheels There's an old sheet of music on the piano But there's no one here to play it anymore And your voice is a shadow on my memory And that sound isn't welcome anymore Well your legs looked so fine wrapped 'round my gearshift And your hands felt so warm against my will I can still smell your perfume with the music And the car don't drive but your memory rolls the wheels