Detroit

Once you were King
All the world looked your way
When you opened your garage doors
Your competitors were set away

Chrome and style
A roar from the pedal
Grace and motion
At the track you took the medal

But dollars came calling
And new people started walking
Through the halls and design studios
Calling to watch that cost
Trim that back
I need to put
More money in my sack

And so the vehicles that kids posted on their walls
No longer came out of the halls
Of the Big Three
The dreams were gone
And all that was left
Were cars that were
Best pushed off a cliff

Now you say the old guys are back
In the nick of time
Or is it too late?
Keep your focus on the car
For God’s sake
We’re not buying ‘cause of the dollars you make

Ode to those
Who have turned
On the Big Three
And will never be back

Don’t take your eye off Detroit
There’s always a chance
The King will be back