I got six Caddilacs.
Five Lincolns,
Four Fords,
Six Mercurys,
Three T-Birds,
Mustang, oooh!

A crotch rocket and a
Dirtbike and
A cruiser, too.

Just for good measure.

I've breathed the spark of life
Into more machines
Than most people
Have ever thought about.

I've been upside down,
Backwards,
On fire,
Faster than most people have ever gone.

And yet.
And yet.

The one thing
That eludes me still,
I don't think it's eluding me,
I tell you, I can feel.
Is Time.

I can't outrun it.
It's grip is stonger than me.
It won't be cheated.
There's nothing it can't see.

This gambler can't bet
and win the past.
This scoundrel can't find a purchase
On a heart long gone.
This thief can't steal even a bit,
And so he'll have to settle and deal
With all his past shit.