Little Boots in the Hall

[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

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