The Mechanic
By Farkas Pungur - Brisbane AU
[verse 1]
I rise early morning with the sun
I drive to work to have some fun
I get my hands dirty fixing cars
I go to bed late with the stars
Today everything is replaceable
Nothing gets fixed even if it is capable
They say throw it out! Just buy it new!
But I know what my old hands can do.
With grease on my hand, with truth in my eyes
In the workshop I feel alive
In this temple of steel and chrome,
I find my peace, my second home.
I get my hands dirty by fixing cars,
These “Dreams on wheels” tell me their scars.
When the daylight fades, I’m still here,
The engines talking but only I can hear
[Chorus]
Oil on my hands, but peace in my mind,
Every screw helps me unwind.
Where others see metal, I see their soul,
I can’t wait to see them roll
’Cause I make them as good as new,
Every car got a story that is true.
Every heart feels lonely and disposable,
But I know every love is repairable.
[Verse 2]
They say throw it out! Just buy it new!
But I know what my old hands can do.
I search to find the real truth,
I make them run again fast and smooth.
With each spark, with every noise,
I find the way to fix these old boys
Life is like a machine, it can tear you apart,
So I use my hand to heal their hart
Oil on my hands, but peace in my mind,
Every screw helps me unwind.
Where others see metal, I see their soul,
I can’t wait to see them roll
’Cause I make them as good as new,
Every car got a story that is true.
Every heart feels lonely and disposable,
But I know every love is repairable.
[Chorus]
Oil on my hands, but peace in my mind,
Every screw helps me unwind.
Where others see metal, I see their soul,
I can’t wait to see them roll
’Cause I make them as good as new,
Every car got a story that is true.
Every heart feels lonely and disposable,
But I know every love is repairable.
I’m a doctor for the heart of the machines,
I listen close to their hidden dreams.
Like a surgeon, I repair with steady hand,
I fix what’s broken to truly understand
When my day is done, and the stars align,
I wash off the oil but the work stays on my mind.
If I could fix hearts the way I fix steel,
We’d all be drivin’ on love that’s real.
I rise early morning with the sun,
I’ll do it again till the job is done.
In a world that breaks more hearts than heals,
I’m the mechanic who seals the deals.
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