Hands on the Wheel

Keys are hanging from the ignition port

The engine ticks and slowly cools down

Hands still gripping on the leather wheel

Staring at the porchlight in this town

Because regret is just a spark in the dark

But change is the fire we build

More than a sorry on a gravel driveway

This is a promise

to be fulfilled

(to be fulfilled)

Your headlights caught the kitchen window pane

I saw you turning down the hallway light

I said the words but they were just a shield

To get me through the coldness of the night

No more running from the things I broke

No more praying for a cheap escape

This is the work of a lifetime now

Bending the iron to a brand new shape

Because regret is just a spark in the dark

But change is the fire we build

More than a sorry on a gravel driveway

This is a promise

to be fulfilled

(to be fulfilled)

Just a promise on the gravel