Speed Limit Years

The car is wearing out, but it gets me where I need to go It's scratched and has some dents but I don't mind One hundred fifty thousand miles is a long, long way to go Drove me to the speed limit years. The fan rattles, the upholstery's stained, the left front tire squeaks We've survived three accidents But it's paid for, has new tires, and the engine's going strong Cruising through the speed…