Realign all� the stars� above my head warning signs� travel far drink instead� of my ownon my ownOh, how I've known the battle scars� and worn out� bedsredsGentle now� a tender breeze� flowsblows whispers through� a Gran Torino whistling another� tiring songtired songEngines hum� and bitter dreams� grow heart locked� in a Gran Torino, it beats� a lonely rhythm all right long.all night long.These streets� are old,� they shine with the things� I've knownI've doneand breaks� through the trees their sparkling
Your world� is nothing more� than all� the tiny things�� you've left behindyou've left beyond.
So tenderly� my story isyour story is nothing more� than what you see or� what you've knownyou've done or will become standing strong� do you belong in your skinyour thin�� just wondering, gentle now� the tender breeze� blows whispers through� my Gran Torino, �it beats� a lonely rhythm
