There's a Mountain Dew can with lipstick on it 
Rollin' round his [bad word] bed. 
He just leaves it back there, 
one of the things he still has left of her 
When he drives into the late day sun 
You can see a set of footprints. 
He ain't going to clean that windshield, 
He'd rather just live with the hurt. 
 [bad word]  
He's holdin' on to the wheel 
To the way she made him feel. 
To the shifter, to the pictures. 
Every precious moment with her. 
Like the left behind colors in the sky 
When the sun is gone. 
He's holdin' on. 
Oh, he's holdin' on. 

There's that voicemail on his cell phone 
He don't dare erase. 
She ended with I love you, 
And he saves it just in case 
It might still be [bad word]  
No he ain't through. 
 [bad word] 
He's holdin' on to the wheel 
To the way she made him feel. 
To the shifter, to the pictures. 
Every precious moment with her. 
Like the left behind colors in the sky 
When the sun is gone. 
He's holdin' on. 
Oh, he's holdin' on. 

To the past 
To the last time he held her 
The breath on his neck. 
The three words she said. 

Oh oh oh 

He's holdin' on to the wheel 
To the way she made him feel. 
To the shifter, to the pictures. 
Every precious moment with her. 

He's holdin' on 
Yeah, he's holdin' on 
He's holdin' on 
He's holdin on