So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more 
Than what you see 
Or what you've done
Or will [bad word] 
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

Engine humms and bitter dreams grow 
Heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
It beats a lonely rhythm all night long
It beats a lonely rhythm 
All night long