The Fixer

The Fixer comes home one night
 Tinkers with the kitchen light
 Tells his wife to find something to eat
 Kisses her cheek softly
 Are you cold, he says, feeling her hand
 Leaves ginger ale on the nightstand
 She's too tired to take a sip
 So The Fixer finds something to fix
 He's got bicycle tires and lawnmower parts
 Miles of wires and kitchen drawer knobs
 Transistor radios, scrap metal
 Hand-me-down tools, one of everything
 Old keys to unlock unknown things
 The Fighter says: Some things just can't be fixed
 Touching the cross on her necklace
 Reminding The Fixer that she still believes
 He whispers, then ask for a miracle please
 The Fighter is fighting so damn hard
 She sits on a chair out in the backyard
 And the kids will come by later on
 And they'll all pretend nothing is wrong
 He's got bicycle tires and lawnmower parts
 Miles of wires and kitchen drawer knobs
 Transistor radios, scrap metal
 Hand-me-down tools, one of everything
 He's got old keys to unlock unknown things
 Unknown things, unknown things
 Unknown things, unknown things
 The Fixer washes the grease from his hands
 Turns off the light by the basement stairs
 Kneels down, elbows on the bed next to her
 And prays he can find a way
 Prays he can find a way to fix her
 To fix her
 Oh, to fix her