Silver wrench in my hand
Tracing lines in the sand
Grease is black on my skin
Where the heavy parts spin
Turn the dial to the right
Hold the spark for the light
Feel the pressure go high
Underneath a pale sky
Blue gas burns in the vein
Wash away every stain
Tighten bolts on the frame
Play a dangerous game
Pavement wet in the glare
Cold salt hangs in the air
Parking lot made of stone
I am here all alone
Turn the dial to the right
Hold the spark for the light
Feel the pressure go high
Underneath a pale sky
Gasoline smells like home
Where the wild horses roam
Close the hood with a snap
Falling into the trap
Copper pipes start to glow
Ready now for the show
Wait for one final click
Make the timing feel thick
Turn the dial to the right
Hold the spark for the light
Feel the pressure go high
Underneath a pale sky
Just a ghost in the heat
Counting beats on the street
One more turn of the screw.
