Joint Compound

[Verse 1]
The five-gallon bucket of Behr from the hardware store
Sat open beside me on a Tuesday in March.
You were feathering edges I used to just paint right over,
Finding the patience I lost in the dark.

[Chorus]
This ain't a love song, it's joint compound.
This is the quiet work on holy ground.
Filling the cracks with something like grace,
Building a future in this beautiful, busted-up place.

[Verse 2]
You cut the sander, the sudden quiet rang.
The whole room smelled of sawdust and winter piñon.
You looked at my hands and said, "The grain remembers,"
And I knew you meant every scar we had carried along.

[Chorus]
This ain't a love song, it's joint compound.
This is the quiet work on holy ground.
Filling the cracks with something like grace,
Building a future in this beautiful, busted-up place.

[Bridge]
My father's hands, all river-creased with clay,
Taught me God never throws the broken away.
He just finds the gold seams and makes us whole again.

[Chorus]
This ain't a love song, it's joint compound.
This is the quiet work on holy ground.
Filling the cracks with something like grace,
Building a future in this beautiful, busted-up place.

[Outro]
Just the quiet work...
On holy ground.