[Verse] Wrenches turn, the sky's a faded blue Dad hums soft, stories dripping through Chains and spokes, like a song we knew Back when streets were wild and new [Pre-Chorus] Every scratch, every rusted frame Holds a memory, calls my name [Chorus] Spin the wheels, let the stories flow Ride the winds where our old days go Laughing under sunset’s glow Fixing bikes, and time moves slow [Verse] Tire patches and the worn-out grips Tales of mischief on our lips His voice steady, calm eclipse Childhood whispers on our trips [Pre-Chorus] Every bolt, every gentle twist Keeps alive what we’ve not missed [Chorus] Spin the wheels, let the stories flow Ride the winds where our old days go Laughing under sunset’s glow Fixing bikes, and time moves slow [Bridge] Hands that build, hands that mend Stories never find an end In every creak, a tale begins Riding back through where we've been [Chorus] Spin the wheels, let the stories flow Ride the winds where our old days go Laughing under sunset’s glow Fixing bikes, and time moves slow [Outro] Wrenches rest, the evening sighs Stories linger in our eyes Two old souls beneath the skies Fixing bikes as time flies by