The Fixer comes home one night Tinkers with the kitchen light Tells his wife to find something to eat Kisses her cheek softly Are you cold, he says, feeling her hand Leaves ginger ale on the nightstand She's too tired to take a sip So The Fixer finds something to fix He's got bicycle tires and lawnmower parts Miles of wires and kitchen drawer knobs Transistor radios, scrap metal Hand-me-down tools, one of everything Old keys to unlock unknown things The Fighter says: Some things just can't be fixed Touching the cross on her necklace Reminding The Fixer that she still believes He whispers, then ask for a miracle please The Fighter is fighting so damn hard She sits on a chair out in the backyard And the kids will come by later on And they'll all pretend nothing is wrong He's got bicycle tires and lawnmower parts Miles of wires and kitchen drawer knobs Transistor radios, scrap metal Hand-me-down tools, one of everything He's got old keys to unlock unknown things Unknown things, unknown things Unknown things, unknown things The Fixer washes the grease from his hands Turns off the light by the basement stairs Kneels down, elbows on the bed next to her And prays he can find a way Prays he can find a way to fix her To fix her Oh, to fix her