There's a grind that keeps us occupied.
Flying back and forth, empty nest, never a day's rest.
Let's just keep a finger on the pulse, and make sure it's okay.
There's a trust, can't be allowed to rust.
Keep it strong, lasting long.
Let's just keep a finger on the pulse, and make sure it's okay.
There's a fire burning brighter every day, keeps us warm,
Holds off the stormy weather.
And even in the hardest of times, you can lean on me.