Track 5 of the EP Ruta Nocturna · 2019
Dad's Hands on the Steering Wheel
by Max Solano
“My father's hands are slower now, and I notice every curve of the road. I sing it plainly because he would hate a fuss.”
soul-pop · soul-pop · nostalgic soul · 2:53
Lyrics
Dad's hands on the steering wheel Slower now than they used to be He checks the mirror twice for me Like I'm still seven in the back seat I drive today, he rides beside He tells me turn left, I turn right And we both laugh Take your time, Dad, take your time I've got the wheel, the road is fine You taught me how to drive this far Now I will drive you home Take your time, Dad, take your time The sun is low and the day is kind Roll the window down a little Sing me that old song He points out every corner shop Where he bought bread when he was young His voice is soft, his stories long And I could listen all day long I drive today, he rides beside He hums along to the radio And I smile Take your time, Dad, take your time I've got the wheel, the road is fine You taught me how to drive this far Now I will drive you home Take your time, Dad, take your time The sun is low and the day is kind Roll the window down a little Sing me that old song Thank you for the early mornings Thank you for the rides to school Now it's my turn, now it's my turn To hold the door for you Take your time, Dad, take your time I've got the wheel, the road is fine You taught me how to drive this far Now I will drive you home Take your time, Dad, take your time The sun is low and the day is kind Roll the window down a little Sing me that old song Sing me that old song Take your time, Dad Take your time