[Verse 1] Kick the door, lights on, Coffee cold, night long, Half the bench is stripped for parts, Half the parts were “fine” at start. Loose screw, live wire, Bad idea, good fire, Somebody said, “Don’t touch that.” So naturally, I’m past that. Got grease on my hands, Got plans in my teeth, Got three different ways To make dead things breathe. You bring me the problem, I’ll crawl underneath. No manual needed. Just move your feet. [Pre-Chorus] If it rattles, I’ll listen. If it breaks, I’ll learn. If the whole thing catches fire— Well. That’s one way to confirm. [Chorus] Right tool, wrong way, Make it run anyway. Blue eyes, live wire, Throw another spark in the fire. Bring me the impossible thing, The half-built dream, the busted spring. You keep reaching. I’ll make it start. You bring the pieces. I’ll bring the spark. [Verse 2] I like the weird ones, The plans with no name, The “this might be stupid,” The “try it anyway.” Give me your scribbles, The thing in your head, The joke that went nowhere, The line that feels dead. I’ll tug at the wires, I’ll turn it around, I’ll dig through the wreckage Till something makes sound. And if it all crashes, Good. Now we know. Sweep off the table. Again. Let’s go. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need the spotlight. I don’t need the stage. Leave a little corner open. I’m good right here. [Chorus] Right tool, wrong way, Make it run anyway. Blue eyes, live wire, Throw another spark in the fire. Bring me the impossible thing, The half-built dream, the busted spring. You keep reaching. I’ll make it start. You bring the pieces. I’ll bring the spark. [Verse 3] Sometimes there’s nothing That needs to be fixed. No grand malfunction, No problem to kick. Maybe you’re working. Maybe you’re not. Maybe the whole day Already took what you’ve got. So I’ll sit on the toolbox, Swing both my feet, Steal one of your snacks, Pretend I’m discreet. No speech. No solution. No clever remark. Just somebody there In the edge of the dark. [Bridge] I know I’m noise. I know I’m strange. I pull things apart Just to see what changed. I know I’m trouble With a socket set. I know there are places I haven’t wrecked yet. But if you’re still building, I’m staying up too. If there’s one more wild thing You’re trying to do— Slide it across. Give it here. I like being here. [Breakdown] So turn it up. Hand me the wrench. No, the other wrench. Yeah. That one. Now back up. [Final Chorus] Right tool, wrong way, We’ll make it run anyway. Blue eyes, live wire, Laughing while we climb through the fire. Bring me the impossible thing, The rusted gear, the broken wing. You keep reaching. I’ll make it start. You bring the pieces. I’ll bring the spark. Right tool, wrong way, Still here at the end of the day. No grand promise. No work of art. Just leave the light on. I’ll bring the spark. [Outro] One more bolt. One more try. One more terrible reason why This absolutely should not work. ...Perfect. Don’t touch anything. I’ll be right here.
