The Last Original Bolt

[Chorus]
Am I the same machine inside this frame?
If every gear's been swapped and given a new name?
Just a ghost with a worn-out shell
Or the man you thought you knew so well.

[Verse 1]
This scar above my eye's from a Lukens Steel chain,
snapped on the third shift, Tuesday, in the freezing rain.
The pin in my left wrist is surgical grade,
they put it in the winter that the union caved.
And every year I shed a little more of me,
like rust dust shaking off a lock with no key.

[Chorus]
Am I the same machine inside this frame?
If every gear's been swapped and given a new name?
Just a ghost with a worn-out shell
Or the man you thought you knew so well.

[Verse 2]
My temper's shorter, it's a hairline crack.
I lost my granddad's patience and can't get it back.
"You don't even laugh the same," you said last night,
spilling your Stroh's beer in the dashboard light.
I just stared out at the slag heaps glowing red,
tried to remember something that my old self said.

[Bridge]
Guess they don't make spares for a weary mind.
Just broken pieces of the man you leave behind.

[Chorus]
Am I the same machine inside this frame?
If every gear's been swapped and given a new name?
Just a ghost with a worn-out shell
Or the man you thought you knew so well.

[Outro]
I swear these hands don't even look like mine.
Just another part that's worn right down the line.