Verse 1

The alarm cuts through the dark before the sun

Cold coffee, work boots, another day begun

My little girl is sleeping with her drawing in her hand

I kiss her hair and leave before she understands

The rent is due, the hours crawl, the back aches by the night

I carry home the things I couldn't make right

But every shift I finish, every mile I make

Is one more brick beneath the life we're gonna shape

Pre-Chorus

I didn't come this far to miss her growing up

I know what matters when the days get rough

Chorus

I'm working for the day I can be home

Not chasing every dollar till I'm gone

For Sunday breakfast, stories by her bed

For all the little words I haven't said

This life gets heavy, but it won't decide