Story Behind the Song
Oh, the suffering that the sight of a familiar car can bring.
Lyrics
I have a lot to say about bald tires.
It's been two years and the memories are still fresh.
I think of him every day,
And anytime I see a lime green metro I think of her.
The woodsy, Spanish speaking med.-school student
Who loved him and treated me like a sister . . .
Like a sister you try to win over to get in with the brother.
Her tires were bald,
Which only emphasized her independent, carefree nature
She'd say, "I'm too busy living life to worry about my tires."
And that turned him on.
She was too busy--
Too busy stealing his love--
Looking to me for the path to my brother's heart.
She didn't know that I would know, for a little while I was on that path,
Knocked off by my own jealousy . . .
Over the girl with the balding tires
And my perspective on the bible.
I was the one with the animal attraction--
And I loved his dogs like they were my own
Like they were my own.
But in the end, he liked the girl with the bald tires, liked her like a sister.
And now I'm left, picture of his dogs on my wall,
Wishing I hadn't overreacted
About the girl with the balding tires.
I have a lot to say about bald tires.
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