Garage friends

Intro]

Well, the sun sets low on this old dirt town,

With my buddies by my side, ain't no way to frown.

Roy's got the radio playing our favorite tunes,

Oddbjørn's laughing hard, under the light of the moon.

Torbjørn's got a story, always knows where to start,

Simon’s strumming chords that light up my heart.

The smell of sweat and sparks, the sound of the tools,

We’re building up dreams, just a couple of fools.

The garage door wide, our laughter's the sound,

In this little haven, our friendship's unbound.

Oh, we’re raising our glasses to the nights we’ve made,

In the warmth of the garage, where memories won’t fade.

With every good laugh and the stories we share,

I know that with these guys, I’ll always be there.

A deck of old cards, a six-pack on ice,

Every moment together, man, it feels so nice.

Roy’s got a joke that always makes us grin,

Oddbjørn spills a soda, and we all dive in.

Torbjørn's got his truck, always inviting a ride,

Through these dusty backroads, we’re chasing the tide.

Simon plays the guitar, letting good times roll,

In this band of brothers, we’re sharing our soul.

Oh, we’re raising our glasses to the nights we’ve made,

In the warmth of the garage, where memories won’t fade.

With every good laugh and the stories we share,

I know that with these guys, I’ll always be there.