Wrenches at Christmas

The frostbite's hard, the tarmac slick. Hands so cold can't feel the wrench's grip.

Steel birds wait, grounded, can't let 'em slip. Wrenches at Christmas,

planes in the sky. While the world wraps gifts, I'm fixin' to

fly. Wrenches at Christmas, no time to cry. Lights on the

runway blinkin' like a tree. But ain't no presents waitin' here for me.

Jet fuel stings, it's no sweet memory. Silent night, not for this

crowd. Engines roar, the only sound. Wrenches at Christmas, planes in the

sky. While the world wraps gifts, I'm fixin' to fly.