Let's see what we can do with: unfinished.
Very pleased to welcome March's arrival. There may have been a few flakes of snow drifting down from the clouds this morning, but there were few enough that I could ignore them.
Which, obviously, is exactly what I did.
You're lurking in the garage,
Watching me with headlight eyes,
Your engine heart not beating,
While I tell the same old lies.
"Money is real tight right now,
I just can't afford the parts.
Maybe in a month or two,
When the busy season starts."
"Time's not on my side these days,
There's so much for me to do.
One day I'll get you running,
That much I swear to you."
Now these hands are failing me,
Death's rapping at my door.
My time can't be up so soon,
I just need a little more.
The dust on your hide is thick,
I can barely see the paint.
So I'll free you from this cage,We'll roam the roads as saints.