Realign all the stars above my head
The warning signs travel far
I drink instead on my own, oh! How I've known
The battle scars and worn out beds
Gentle now a tender breeze blows
Whispers through a Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song
Engines hum and bitter dreams grow
Heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
These streets are old they shine
With the things I've known
And breaks through the trees
They're sparkling
Your world is nothing more than
All the tiny things you've left behind
So tenderly your story is
Nothing more than what you see
Or what you've done or will become
Standing strong, do you belong
In your skin? Just wondering