[Verse 1] Suppose you set 'em down like they weigh a ton - not the boots... the week you dragged 'em from. Heel cap chewed to nothing, welt let go, threads hangin' out like you didn't notice - 'til you did. There’s grocery-store grit in the stitching groove, gray back-room dust in the tongue of the boot, and that sharp scuff - polished stone - like you stood too long where whispers move. I turn 'em over, thumb the split, listen close to what the leather won’t admit. You say, “Can you save 'em?” like it’s not just shoes - and I don’t answer quick, ’cause I’ve learned to choose. [Pre-chorus 1] I can’t straighten what’s waitin’ outside that door, can’t make it easy, can’t keep score - but leave me the part that meets the mess, I’ll do my part… [Chorus] I can’t fix the world, I won’t pretend Can’t stop the rain or make luck bend But bring me your boots, let me see the wear I’ll stitch 'em strong for what’s out there I mend what meets the ground - You do the rest. [Verse 2] Suppose you come in when the light goes slant - shop fan clickin’ on, then off, then on… toe caps chalked from a break-room floor, laces stiff with that break-room coffee spill. The leather’s worn out in the crease, like it quit beggin' for peace long ago. I catch that mix - diesel hands, stale mint, and the way you swallow when the bell goes dim. You don’t say “fired,” you don’t say “late,” just set 'em down soft like a closed-up gate. I roll my stool, pick up the awl, take aim - silence does the talkin’ when you won’t name names. [Pre-chorus 2] I can’t fix what’s brewin’ beyond that door, can’t grease the wheels or even the score - but hand me the soles that carry the weight, I’ll do my part… [Chorus] I can’t fix the world, I won’t pretend Can’t stop the rain or make luck bend But bring me your boots, let me see the wear I’ll stitch 'em strong for what’s out there I mend what meets the ground - You do the rest. [Bridge] I’ve seen Sunday shine on a brand-new pair, and I’ve seen payday vanish into thin air. Same street, same steps, different kind of wear - funny how the leather never lies. So I keep my head down, keep my needle true, lamp throwin’ gold on the cracks you bring through. World don’t bend much, and neither do they - but these stitches? They’ll hold if you stay. [Final Chorus] I can’t fix the world, I won’t pretend Can’t stop the rain or make luck bend But bring me your boots, let me see the wear I’ll stitch 'em strong for what’s out there I mend what meets the ground - Rest is yours, friend. [Outro] I mend what meets the ground... You do the rest.. © 2026 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin
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