Wayne Orr

Writer 🕹️ Poet 🕹️ Lyricist

Diane’s old blue Prius


(Verse 1)
In a little old town where the streets wind ’round,
There’s a gal named Diane, with her Prius she’s bound.
It’s a faded shade of blue, been through some miles,
But it’s Diane’s pride, brings her joy with its smiles.

(Chorus)
Diane’s old blue Prius, humming through the night,
With the windows down, under starlight.
Cruising through the streets, feeling so alive,
In her trusty Prius, she takes the drive.

(Verse 2)
From the sunrise glow to the sunset’s hue,
Diane’s on the road, there’s always something new.
With the radio on, and the wind in her hair,
She’s leaving all her worries, letting go of her cares.

(Chorus)
Diane’s old blue Prius, humming through the night,
With the windows down, under starlight.
Cruising through the streets, feeling so alive,
In her trusty Prius, she takes the drive.

(Bridge)
Through the twists and turns, and the city lights,
Diane’s Prius rolls, through the darkest nights.
It’s not just a car, it’s a part of her soul,
In her old blue Prius, she’s always whole.

(Chorus)
Diane’s old blue Prius, humming through the night,
With the windows down, under starlight.
Cruising through the streets, feeling so alive,
In her trusty Prius, she takes the drive.

(Outro)
So here’s to Diane, and her faithful steed,
In that old blue Prius, she finds what she needs.
With the road as her guide, and the wind as her friend,
Diane’s old blue Prius will ride until the end.