Blonde hair shining, flying in the wind,
She looks like an angel floating on the air.
With innocent thoughts, your mind hit the wheel ,
Did you notice, she's no longer there.
The blowing of a belt is all you felt,
And you wish you had buckled her in.
You'd never suspect that in no time at all,
You'd lose everything she had been.
Such a high toll for a car on the roll,
Now she's gone and your all alone.
You felt so secure, a victim of allure,
On your tires from Firestone.