The Fixer - Lori McKenna

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