How to fix this broken heart

I grew up believing a man was made of grit

By the callouses on his palms and the way his jaw was set.

I could tear a Chevy down and put it back again

Run a straight line of barbed wire through the thickest mountain glen.

I had the hands to build a house, a steady eye for aim,

But I was just a lonely structure standing in the rain.

I had the muscle and the sweat, but I was missing the soul,

Just a collection of the parts that didn't make a whole.

I can build an engine from the block up

Swing a hammer, lay stone, drive a big truck

I can do a lot of things that most men can’t

I can wire a dash and custom mix the paint

Yeah, I can find a spark in the dark and make it start

But I didn’t know how to fix this broken heart

But you did.

I used to think that "steady" was just a word for staying still

I was chasing down the sunset with a pocket full of will.

I’d spend my Friday paychecks on the chrome and on the speed

Never realizing "peace of mind" was the only thing I’d need.

Then you walked into my heart with that light inside your eyes

And suddenly my "finish lines" all felt like second prize.

You didn't see a project, and you didn't see a chore

You just saw a man worth lovin' and you opened up the door.

We might not have the mansion or the fence around the yard

But we’ve got something solid that we worked for twice as hard.

I used to build for myself, just to prove what I could do

But now every bolt I tighten is a promise made to you.

You’re the level in my pocket keeping all my edges straight

You’re the reason that I’m early when I used to show up late.

I’m still a work in progress, yeah, I’m dusty and I’m scarred

But you’re the only reason there’s a light on in this heart.

They say a man is his own maker, that’s what I used to think

But I was headed for the bottom, standing on the brink.

You took the tools of patience, and a heart so soft and true

And you built the man I am today, out of nothing else but you.

Yeah, you did.

I can build a world with these two hands, it’s true

But I’m most proud of the life I’m building... now I’m building it with you.

You’re the missing piece, honey.

Yeah, you finished the job.