Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Lunchbox crumbs on the backseat Little boots by the front door We’re late again, we’re tired again Still we’re wanting more She’s packing snacks in the half-dark I’m tying ties with my eyes half closed We trade a kiss over burnt toast That’s the life we chose [Chorus] We work these hands down to the bone for you Clock in, clock out, just pushing through When the bills pile high and the nights feel long We lean on grace just to carry on We ain’t perfect, but we’re holding tight Doing our best in the middle of the fight For every mile, every tear, every sacrifice We keep our faith in Jesus Christ [Verse 2] Homework spread on the table Sippy cups in the sink She’s folding clothes in the hallway I’m too worn out to think But then you laugh in the living room And climb right into my lap I feel a prayer rise up inside Stronger than the lack [Chorus] We work these hands down to the bone for you Clock in, clock out, just pushing through When the bills pile high and the nights feel long We lean on grace just to carry on We ain’t perfect, but we’re holding tight Doing our best in the middle of the fight For every mile, every tear, every sacrifice We keep our faith in Jesus Christ [Bridge] Some days I’m scared I’ll let you down (Lord, help me) Some nights she cries when you’re not around But there’s a cross above our doorway light Reminding us we’re gonna be alright [Chorus] We work these hands down to the bone for you Clock in, clock out, just pushing through When the bills pile high and the nights feel long We lean on grace just to carry on We ain’t perfect, but we’re holding tight Doing our best in the middle of the fight Whatever comes, whatever storm we ride We’ll keep our faith in Jesus Christ
Tags
country, Warm, slow-burn country ballad with male vocals, brushed drums, soft upright bass, and gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar. Pedal steel swells in the choruses, organ pads add churchlike warmth. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a subtle choir texture on the last hook. Tempo relaxed, space for breaths and emotion., slow
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
2/9/2026