Toolbox and Trucks

[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