[Verse 1]
Saturday light through the garage door screen
Dust hanging slow in the cutting beams
Radio talking low beside the wall
Toolbox open on the workbench top

Small hands reaching for a socket wrench
He slid the smaller one across instead
Grease stains dark against his faded shirt
Both of them quiet while the old truck worked

[Chorus]
Things he fixed
Never stayed broken long
Loose boards, screen doors, old headlights
Anything the weather worked on

He never said much
Just showed up every day
And somehow over all those years
That was enough to stay

[Verse 2]
Summer heat sitting heavy on the drive
Extension cord stretched out beside the side
He checked the oil while the boy swept floors
Evening light falling across the doors

Winter came and then the spring returned
Same workbench and the same slow turn
Hammer hanging where it always was
Coffee rings drying beside the gloves

[Chorus]
Things he fixed
Took time and steady hands
Bent nails, porch steps, leaking pipes
Whatever life let wear down again

Nothing ever flashy
Nothing anybody’d praise
Just ordinary things held together
One long year at a time that way

[Bridge]
Then one night after the hardware closed
He carried a sleeping child from the truck home
Paused a second by the bedroom light
Before heading back out into the night

[Final Chorus]
Things he fixed
Never made the evening news
Just worn-down days and weathered things
People stopped noticing once they held true

But every room stayed standing
Every light kept coming on
Because somewhere in the quiet
He kept working long after dawn