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[Intro] [Verse] Dusty floor, three-bay light Workin’ late on a Friday night She walked in with her hood pulled low Nowhere left for her to go Grandpa’s name is on the door I don’t want to fight no more [Pre-Chorus] Cracked radio playing "The Dance" Looking for a second chance I hand her a wrench and a rag Watching the heavy air sag [Chorus] We’re just polishing the rust Building back a little trust In the bed of a ninety-eight It’s never really too late Turn the bolt and let it slide Nothing left for us to hide [Verse] Grease-stained rags on the bench She’s reaching for a silver wrench Ninety-six on the FM dial Finally saw a little smile The engine hums a low-key tune Underneath a paper moon [Pre-Chorus] Shadows dancing on the wall I will answer when you call Let the static fade away Find the words we couldn't say [Chorus] We’re just polishing the rust Building back a little trust In the bed of a ninety-eight It’s never really too late Turn the bolt and let it slide Nothing left for us to hide [Bridge] Chrome is shining in the dark Waiting for a single spark It’s more than iron and steel It’s making something real Take it slow, don't you leave Give us something to believe [Solo] [Verse] Tailgate's down, sitting side-by-side Nowhere left for us to ride Half-polished bed, steel and chrome Finally feels like a home She leans her head on my arm Safe away from any harm [Chorus] We’re just polishing the rust Building back a little trust In the bed of a ninety-eight It’s never really too late Turn the bolt and let it slide Nothing left for us to hide [Post-Chorus] Just a girl and her old man Doing all the good we can With a little grease and grace In this quiet, holy space [Outro]
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