Gran Torino

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

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