Figure It Out
[Verse 1] Your hands are stained from under the hood again Grease on the counter, you're grinning like you won Nirvana's still watching from that bedroom wall Same poster, same flannel, same guy since day one Every Saturday morning you're out on that field Teaching kids how to fight for every inch of ground And when the whole world tips sideways and nothing makes sense You just say "we'll figure it out" — and somehow we do [Chorus] So here's to you, Marco, forty and alive You carry this house on the days we barely survive The cheering you give us — we're giving it back You're the one holding the line and we want you to know that [Verse 2] That beat-up old flannel still fits like it should Third date, first winter, you never let it go The things that you keep say everything about you Loyal and worn-in and built for the long road You fix what is broken, you show up, you stay You coach and you wrench and you laugh through the mess Today we're the ones standing up in the stands For the man who never once needed to ask [Chorus] So here's to you, Marco, forty and alive You carry this house on the days we barely survive The cheering you give us — we're giving it back You're the one holding the line and we want you to know that