Rust on the Frame (versión 2)

Verse

Dusty toolbox in the bed of my truck

Cable spool with a label that's stuck

Twenty years since this engine ran

Since I called home to ask your hand

Now it just sits rusting under shade

Where my grandfather used to store his tools, said

I ain't gonna fix it, I just like knowing

This thing don't get easier as it gets older

Bass line hummin' in the dashboard speaker

Static on the wind through the open window

Pre-Chorus

Something about standing still that feels right now

So why rush to move forward?

Why trade what's left for something else somehow

Let this engine run out its last little hour

Chorus

I'm holding onto rust, I like the way it looks

Sitting here feeling better off with nothing new

Barefoot in the yard watching paint peel slow

This ain't broke and that's all I need to know

I don't wanna fix what still runs just fine

So let this engine run out its time

Verse

Fence post by the garden where you used to stand

Weathered wood now weathering hands that held mine

Same old swing still creaks in the same soft breeze

Half a chain link fence, half your grandmother's roses

You said goodbye with a water bottle in your hand

I was already three states down the road before I landed

But something here don't feel like it needs repair

Maybe this is what love looks like — sitting still out there

Pre-Chorus

Something about standing still that feels right now

So why rush to move forward?

Why trade what's left for something else somehow

Let this engine run out its last little hour

Chorus

I'm holding onto rust, I like the way it looks

Sitting here feeling better off with nothing new

Barefoot in the yard watching paint peel slow

This ain't broke and that's all I need to know

I don't wanna fix what still runs just fine

So let this engine run out its time

Bridge

Might be some folks saying a thing needs fixing

Paint it up or tear it down — start rebuilding

But I think there's beauty in the way something settles

In the rust, the rot, the places where it started to break off from itself

So yeah, I'm staying slow in this one small town

Watching every last brick turn to dust and clay

Maybe that's what falling apart actually means — it's okay

Chorus

I'm holding onto rust, I like the way it looks

Sitting here feeling better off with nothing new

Barefoot in the yard watching paint peel slow

This ain't broke and that's all I need to know

I don't wanna fix what still runs just fine

So let this engine run out its time