Hold onto what’s left

I pack my truck befor dawn

Coffee in a paper cup

Grease on my knuckles

Wedding ring on my hand

She use to wave from the porch

The kids use to not let go of my hand

Now I just say I'll be back soon

But that sentence feels broke

Mile by mile

That ring in my chest

Gets louder than the engine

Harder to reset

Every goodbye

Leaves a crack in our family

And I keep on driving 

Knowing I'm the one to blame

I'm a traveling mechanic

I’m on the road more then I’m home

Trying to hold this family together

With two scarred hands 

Every time I leave

It feels like everything falls apart

I can tune a engine

But somehow I can't tune us

Traveling mechanic

Traveling father 

There's a cracked head on one

There’s a bent rod on the other

My little girl asked

If I know they all miss me to

I laughed like it was easy

But you know I knew

Mile by mile

That ring in my chest

Gets louder than the engine

Harder to reset

Every goodbye

Leaves a crack in our family

And I keep on driving

Knowing I'm the one to blame

I'm a traveling mechanic

Keep turning all night

Trying to hold this home together

With two scarred hands

If I roll away

It all comes loose

I can fix an engine 

But I can't fix us

Traveling mechanic 

Traveling husband 

This truck knows my secrets

Each state line, each scar

I can fix a engine

But I can't mend a heart

If I turn back now

Would that make it right?

Or am I just patching holes

Till the end of time

I'm a traveling mechanic

I’m on the road more then I’m home

Trying to hold this family together

With two scarred hands

Every time I leave

It all comes loose

I can tune a engine 

But I can't fix us

Traveling husband

Traveling father

Hold on, hold on to what’s left