Lyrics
Blinking the sweat from his eyes now
Drinking a beer from a can
I'm sure that he looks to his dad and
Thinks to himself what a man
I wonder what
Is going on
In that head of his
Not a lot
Is going on
My mother says
"Quit asking him"
He's not a good guy
Remember that
When you come back crying in his Cadillac
He says it's from 1962
Bet all my money he loves it more than you
Closing his eyes when he drives now
Likes when she screams out his name
I'm sure there are days he imagines
Not pushing down on the brakes
Passing the time in his driveway
Kicking a stone down the street
Watching the cars on the driveway
Knowing that you'll never leave
I wonder what
Is going on
In that head of his
Not a lot
Is going on
My mother says
"Quit asking him"
He's not a good guy
Remember that
When you come back crying in his Cadillac
He says it's from 1962
Bet all my money he loves it more than you
Don't be surprised
When you leave him with tears in your eyes
When you see
I know
Listen to your mother never go inside
I wonder what
Is going on
In that head of his
Not a lot
Is going on
My mother says
"Quit asking him"
He's not a good guy
Remember that
When you come back crying in his Cadillac
He says it's from 1962
Bet all my money he loves it more than you
