The Old Blue Van

(ooh) Morning light on the driveway stone (ooh) Engine humming us home

That old blue van with the rusted door, A cough, a turn, and she'd go once more. Everybody laughed, said she'd never run, But she never let us down, not one.

Saturday morning, bucket and hose, Soap on my sleeves and up to my nose. You showed me circles, slow and wide, Till the paint threw the whole sky back outside.

Oh Marcus, you taught me steady, Hands on the wheel before I was ready. An empty car park, a wide-open day, You said take your time, I'll show you the way.

Second gear and a nervous laugh, White lines running like a paper map. You never shouted, you never sighed, Just nodded once and said, that's right.

Now every time an engine turns, I think of you and the things I learned: Go gentle, go careful, go far.

Oh Marcus, you taught me steady, Hands on the wheel before I was ready. An empty car park, a wide-open day, You said take your time, I'll show you the way.

Old blue van, keep starting on, Dad, I'm still driving on.