Lyric

[Verse 1]

He says

Alarm at five-thirty

Same boots by the bedroom door

Lunch in a paper bag waiting

Gas gauge flirting with the floor

She’s got her hair in a quick knot

Kids’ shoes scattered in the hall

Wipes last night’s bills off the table

Says

“One more month

That’s all”

[Chorus]

It’s just working hands and coffee

Another sunrise on the line

Holding on through every small thing

One slow dollar at a time

We’re tired

But we’re trying

Even when the days feel long

With these working hands and coffee

We keep holding on

[Verse 2]

She hums along to the traffic

Red lights feel like breathing room

Checks her phone in the break room

Smiles at his “I miss you soon”

He runs late changing a tire

Grease on his wedding band

Texts

“I’ll be home by supper”

Adds a crooked little heart and a plan

[Chorus]

It’s just working hands and coffee

Another sunrise on the line

Holding on through every small thing

One slow dollar at a time

We’re tired

But we’re trying

Even when the days feel long

With these working hands and coffee

We keep holding on

[Bridge]

Some days it feels like standing still

Same four walls

Same stack of bills

But then she laughs

And then he swears

He’d walk through anything if she’s there

One more shift

One more late night

One more “we’ll be alright” (Yeah)

We’re not rich

But side by side

We still rise

[Chorus]

It’s just working hands and coffee

Another sunrise on the line

Holding on through every small thing

One slow dollar at a time

We’re tired

But we’re trying

Even when the days feel long

With these working hands and coffee

We keep holding on

With these working hands and coffee

We keep staying strong