[Verse]
Wrench spin, grease drip, asphalt aroma
Life in the fast lane, I’m the gas pump diploma
Sticker on the windshield, date and mileage marked
Every quart of that crude’s a mechanic’s hallmark
Hands smell like octane, sweat on the brim
Dipstick dreams, liquid gold to the rim
Quarter tank confession, dashboard blinking
A gallon to my name, but the meter keeps shrinking
[Chorus]
Oil change, life rearranged
At the station, where my fate gets exchanged
Gas station ballet, a dance with the gauge
This pit stop poetry, I’m turnin' the page
[Verse 2]
Cash in my pocket, smell of ethanol fumes
I’m the phantom in the lot, under fluorescent moons
Old timers talk octane, I’m listening to the sermon
"Back when gas was a nickel, now it's highway robbin' vermin!"
Squeegee in my hand, windshield’s confession
Bugs on the glass like a graveyard session
Car’s heart beats steady, pistons all in sync
But it’s my wallet that’s empty, at the edge of the brink
[Bridge]
Cigarettes and lotto, the counter’s a shrine
Fuel for the body, 87 for the line
Snack aisle temptation, chips or a soda?
Dreams of a full tank, in my rusty Toyota