There's an old van, a white Ford For sale down my neighborhood And every time I'm driving home It's on that street, reminding me of someone Sometimes in those quiet moments I wonder where you are Funny how something so ordinary Can bring me back that far I don't know why it has to be A rusty van that makes me see A thousand memories in one place A thousand feelings I can't erase 'Cause you are gone now And the white Ford's gone too But every time I see one I still think of you I wish I didn't have to be reminded Of everything that happened But a part of me knows it's true I'll always be reminded of you By an old white Ford Sunday mornings, parking lots Looking around without a thought Then I'd see it sitting there And suddenly I knew you were there I'd tell myself, "Don't look this time" But somehow I'd always find That little piece of you I knew Hidden in something I drove past too Maybe someday I'll see that car And it won't take me back that far Maybe it'll just be a Ford Sitting quietly beside the road But right now it carries a story Of someone I'll always remember A chapter I didn't get to finish But one I won't forget forever You are now gone Along with the white Ford on my street But you will forever be A memory I keep
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