Speed Limit Years

The car is wearing out, but it gets me where I need to go

It's scratched and has some dents but I don't mind

One hundred fifty thousand miles is a long, long way to go

Drove me to the speed limit years.

The fan rattles, the upholstery's stained, the left front tire squeaks

We've survived three accidents

But it's paid for, has new tires, and the engine's going strong

Cruising through the speed limit years.

My gramma told me "Don't ever get old."

But there's no good alternative, I'm told.

Fifty-five to seventy is a new stage of life

Starting to develop aches and pains

It's nothing that'll kill me yet, but it's making me slow down

Riding through the speed limit years.

What's gonna happen to my family?

And what about little old me?

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I take five kinds of medicines and physical therapy

But I can't sleep through the night or eat as much

My knee and shoulder hurt, but I'm not gonna complain

'Cause I'm enjoying the speed limit years.

When I lose my license, and then my mind

And all the luggage, what'll be left behind?

It's time to stop the racing 'roun