Your Words Feel Betrayed

In the back of the big white
Cadillac Convertible,
Back in 1982,

The summer highway roaring
Over the conversation,
What were we talking about?

Everyone else in that car
Is dead, and the car itself
Compacted in a junk yard,

So why would you remember
The wind, the sun, and the car,
That moment on the highway,

The driver proud of the car,
The two of you in the back,
And not what anyone said?