[Verse] Grease under my nails, I’m used to the grind Wrenches and pistons, the clock I can find But this little life, it’s new in my hands So soft and so small, don’t quite understand [Pre-Chorus] Heart’s steady turning like a rusty old gear But something is shifting, the meaning is clear [Chorus] These hands made for fixing, but now they hold A miracle wrapped in the warmth of a fold From engines to lullabies, learning to stand This mechanic’s hands, holding a new little man [Verse] Used to the weight of the tools on my belt Now every finger’s a promise I’ve felt Fingers like springs, and eyes full of light I’m finding my rhythm in the softest night [Pre-Chorus] Heart’s steady turning like a rusty old gear But something is shifting, the meaning is clear [Chorus] These hands made for fixing, but now they hold A miracle wrapped in the warmth of a fold From engines to lullabies, learning to stand This mechanic’s hands, holding a new little man [Bridge] Steel to skin, oil to skin, changing the frame Learning the art of a gentle name No wrench can shape the way that I feel This quiet joy is the truest real [Chorus] These hands made for fixing, but now they hold A miracle wrapped in the warmth of a fold From engines to lullabies, learning to stand This mechanic’s hands, holding a new little man [Chorus] These hands made for fixing, but now they hold A miracle wrapped in the warmth of a fold From engines to lullabies, learning to stand This mechanic’s hands, holding a new little man [Outro] From engines to lullabies, learning to stand This mechanic’s hands, holding a new little man