[Verse 1] Saturday morning, parking lot's full Rusty old Chevys and a tractor pull Beneath the neon, the toolbox shines Dreams of fixing up what we left behind
[Prechorus] Sockets and wrenches, shelves stacked tall A kingdom of grease, where we’ve got it all
[Chorus] At the Biltema, where the stories unfold Oil-stained hands and hearts of gold From bolts to dreams, we piece it together A little sweat and steel, it’ll last forever
[Verse 2] Kids in the aisles, eyes wide as the moon Daddy’s buying spark plugs, mama hums a tune An old man lingers by the chainsaw display He built a barn once, back in his heyday
[Prechorus] Spray paint cans and a hitch for a haul Every aisle whispers, “You can fix it all”
[Chorus] At the Biltema, where the stories unfold Oil-stained hands and hearts of gold From bolts to dreams, we piece it together A little sweat and steel, it’ll last forever
A zene stílusa
melodic, warm male vocals, acoustic; simple acoustic guitar picking with light fiddle accents, steady rhythm for a nostalgic, country, small-town feel