Gran Torino

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 gentle now the tender breeze blows whispers through my Gran Torino whistling another tired song eng

Realign all the stars Above my head 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 humm and