i was washing antique cars working part time for my dad after school when i got the go ahead to pick a car and spin around the neighborhood it was a baby blue fifty two roadstar it was a beautiful car that was the night i heard of the fighting and the murder of the schoolmaster s son last year i asked him who he was afraid of and he answered everyone but did i even flinch a wrist should i have tried to undo what had been done that s just the way it s gotta be i should never have to worry myself none it was a baby blue fifty two roadstar it was a beautiful car it was a beautiful car it was a beautiful car