Title: Running On Fumes And Faith Artist: T34L Release Year: 2025 Released as: Album (Single-Wide) ISRC: QT6G52534010 ASCAP: 933822503
Sun ain’t even up, but I’m already hitting the road
Shouldering the weight of a heavy-lifting load
Coffee’s leaking in a cup that’s seen better days
Just like this rust-red roof in a morning haze
I pat the dash and whisper, Baby, don’t you die
She coughs a cloud of smoke like she’s trying to cry
I got two jobs waiting and the rent is overdue
Just a beat-up woman in a beat-up car, pushing through
Every mile is a prayer, every rattle is a test
I’m showing up for life, just giving what’s left
The tank is sitting on the “E” like a threat
But I ain’t finished writing my story just yet
I’m running on fumes and faith
Holding this world together with some duct tape
Yeah, it’s cracked glass dreams on a broke-down lane
But I’m still moving, still proving I don’t break for the rain
This old car and me, yeah, we’re both a little scraped
But we keep rolling, running on fumes and faith
Shifting gears with a knuckle that’s busted and bruised
Radio is static, just singing the blues
Stalled out at the light, now I’m fifteen minutes late
But I’ll clock in with a smile, I’ll carry the weight
I got fry-grease sweat and that late-night cleaning smell
Living out a life that feels like a beautiful hell
But I tell myself, Girl, you gotta keep the dream
Even when your hope is just a little bit of steam
Yeah, the tank’s near empty, but my heart ain’t quit
Life hits like a hammer, but I’m hitting back with grit
I’m a neon-lighted tragedy with a backbone of steel
Just trying to keep my hands steady on the wheel
I’m running on fumes and faith
Holding this world together with some duct tape
Yeah, it’s cracked glass dreams on a broke-down lane
But I’m still moving, still proving I don’t break for the rain
This old car and me, yeah, we’re both a little scraped
But we keep rolling, running on fumes and faith
If she stalls on the shoulder in the dead of the night
I’ll push this girl until we both get right
It ain’t pretty, it ain’t perfect, but damn it, it’s mine
This uphill climb, this everyday grind
I’m still here
I’m still breathing
Give me one more mile for a reason for believing
I’m running on fumes and faith
Patching up my life in my own damn way
Yeah, it’s cracked glass dreams on a broke-down lane
But I’m still moving, still proving I don’t break for the rain
Me and this car, yeah, we’re both a little scraped
But we keep rolling, running on fumes and faith
Yeah, keep on rolling
Just a little bit further
I’m almost there
