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Sunday, January 7, 2024

By a car mechanic

 

By a car mechanic


(Verse 1)
Grease-stained hands and a wrench for a mic, singin' a song under the neon light
Engine hummin' my lullaby, ain't got no band, just the crickets that cry
Headlights paintin' shadows on the bay, where your cherry red Mustang used to play
Radio sputterin' love songs I can't sing, missin' the girl with the wrench and ring

(Chorus)
Spark plugs cold, carburetor dry, my toolbox ain't got nothin' for this lonely sigh
Oil slick tears drippin' down my face, missin' your laugh in this greasy place
Clutchin' memories like a worn-out tire, wish I could rewind and set our love on fire
Got a love leak deeper than a rusted frame, ain't no mechanic fixin' this game

(Verse 2)
Used to fix hearts with a tune-up kiss, mendin' dreams with a twist of your wrist
But your engine stalled on a highway far, leavin' me smokin' with a wrench and scar
Lifted hoods of broken promises, found nothin' but empty air and rusty hoses
Guess love's a fickle engine, babe, you see, runs hot one minute, then throws a rod on me
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(Chorus)
Spark plugs cold, carburetor dry, my toolbox ain't got nothin' for this lonely sigh
Oil slick tears drippin' down my face, missin' your laugh in this greasy place
Clutchin' memories like a worn-out tire, wish I could rewind and set our love on fire
Got a love leak deeper than a rusted frame, ain't no mechanic fixin' this game

(Bridge)
Maybe this garage ain't my forever track, maybe my heart needs a gravel road back
Gonna trade my overalls for dusty boots, follow the trail of your laughter and moonlit loots
Maybe love ain't a problem I can solve, but in your smile, baby, I see the cure for empty bolts

(Chorus)
Spark plugs cold, carburetor dry, my toolbox ain't got nothin' for this lonely sigh
Oil slick tears drippin' down my face, missin' your laugh in this greasy place
Clutchin' memories like a worn-out tire, wish I could rewind and set our love on fire
Got a love leak deeper than a rusted frame, ain't no mechanic fixin' this game

(Outro)
But dawn's breakin', streaks of gold on steel, and maybe this wrench ain't meant to feel
Gonna leave these oil cans and wrenches behind, find your sunshine smile and leave the shadows behind
Cuz a mechanic's heart, when truly stuck, finds its way back, even through the muck
Spark plugs sputterin', pistons pumpin' anew, my love's revvin' up to find you

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