Blood Sweat and Gears

Blood Sweat and Gears





carton of pal mals on top of the tool box
two cases of beer in the ice box
a fan on the window sill,
it gets hot in here when the doors are locked

every thing was where it should be
and It sat broken and bleeding
waiting for me

once it was some ones pride and joy
their most prized possession
or maybe just an expensive toy

just last week id been to that shop
there had been a whisper even then
a whisper that wouldn't stop

back there,whats under that tarp I had to ask
the owner looked at me kinda sad and said
"use to be a nice bike, now its just trash"
and a again that whisper, a whisper in my head

under the tarp I found a tangled wreck as he said
it was beautiful it was broken, perhaps dieing but not dead
I asked how much he wanted
and there was that whisper in my head

it can be yours for a thousand bucks
I handed him every penny I had
and asked is 800 enough?

now here we are in my run down shop
ready to start a journey
and the whisper still had not stopped

I lit a cigarette and reached for a beer
the whisper was louder , and its time get stared,
all the parts are here

I reached for a wrench
I knew all I had to do
and I heard the whisper again,
"save me and ill save you"...........