Lyrics Long Game - Tom Walker

Daddy flipped the hood he rubbed his chin checked the engine kicked the wheels
He said "You'll feel a million dollars when people watch you driving past
You'll never have a million dollars it'll leave you broke real fast"

"Before I met your mother I had a string of fancy cars
A Toranado, Eldorado and a Crystal Blue Continental Mark
Well a luxury coupe won't be no use when I'm old and grey
So I picked something up I'd like to drive until my dying day"

It'll make you late it'll let you down
Bust your arse give you the runaround
Make you keep on breaking down
Start thinking 'bout the long game
You can't leave it anywhere
When you get back it might not be there
Drive you to drink and to despair
Start thinking about the long game
Thinking about the long game
Thinking about the long game

We walked off the used car lot to my jalopy parked out back
There's my beautiful fiancée in the shotgun looking mad
Now she don't look so pretty when she is pissed with me
I'm thinking there's some things just like that car maybe ain't meant to be

It'll make you late it'll let you down
Bust your arse, give you the runaround
Make you keep on breaking down
Start thinking 'bout the long game
You can't leave it anywhere
When you get back it might not be there
Drive you to drink and to despair
Start thinking about the long game
Thinking about the long game
Thinking about the long game

All the way home she won't talk to me
Now I can see what my old man means
Catching his eye in the rear-view
I bet he's never had a car in Crystal blue

It'll make you late it'll let you down
Bust your arse, give you the runaround
Make you keep on breaking down
Start thinking 'bout the long game
You can't leave it anywhere
When you get back it might not be there
Drive you to drink and to despair
Start thinking about the long game
Thinking about the long game
Thinking about the long game
Thinking about the long game