The beeping stops, the air brakes whoosh That old diesel motor quiets down Jason walks out the yard while bent in two Knees creaking as he walks on home Gets his mind right, sets his tone Drops his boots by the door Throws his oil stained shirt On the floor But misses her washer door At forty-seven and a half That body wants a different path Dinner has gone cold sittin’ on the counter Hands still feel the weight of the hour He parks his pride, he parks his load Leaves the whole damn week in the middle of the road One day down, one day right Feet up high, let the hurt get light The toolbox stays shut, the phone stays still He’s earning peace against his will Jason Day of recovery Jason Day of recovery CarHauler dot Life, that’s the key That drives him straight home to me Jason Day of recovery Jason Day of recovery Let the bruises and the business breathe today (EAA) let the engine noises fade away Ice on the knees, chair parked in the shade Truck map folded, plans delayed He’s got grit in every seam And a stubborn streak that won’t come clean Laughs at the mirror, rubs his neck Says with a sigh, “Not bad for this old wreck!” But even iron needs its rest Even hard roads need him less One day down, one day right Feet up high, let the hurt get light The toolbox stays shut, the phone stays still He’s earning peace against his will Jason Day of recovery Jason Day of recovery CarHauler dot Life, that’s the key That drives him straight home to me Jason Day of recovery Jason Day of recovery Let the bruises and the business breathe today (EAA) let the engine noises fade away Not done, just reset, he’s got a final load Not broke, just paying his debt To every mile, every haul Every bend in the road Every hand lent even when his back was bent He’ll roll again Just not today he says to his men They all cheer and loudly say “Take the day we’re still here my friend!” Jason Day of recovery Jason Day of recovery CarHauler dot Life, that’s the key That drives him straight home to me Jason Day of recovery Jason Day of recovery Let the bruises and the business breathe today (EAA) let the engine noises fade away Morning comes soft through the blinds No alarm, no route, no lines He reaches slow for that first cup Lets the quiet wake him up One more stretch, one more breath One more hour that feels like rest If the road comes calling, it can wait Jason’s got recovery on his plate Time to take the wife On that promised date Time to take the wife On that promised date
