This one's for the guy who quietly does it his way and does it better than anyone.
Windows down, one arm out, nowhere to be, this is pure you on a Sunday drive.
You never say much about everything you've carried, but I see it and I'm grateful.
If you like that easy Knopfler guitar, I think this one's going to feel like an old friend.
Open road, loud guitar, a little rebellion, crank this one next time you're out driving.
For all the miles you put in for us without ever making a big deal of it.
You don't have to admit it gets you, I'll just pretend I didn't notice.
Getting older looks good on you, Dad, happy birthday from the kid who's still learning from you.