I'd break down the walls and the barriers that you put around your pride.
If I had a hammer, I'd shatter the concrete you let surround your gentle heart.
I'd make myself known, blowing the horn loud and clear.
I'm here.

If I had the tools, I'd mend your tattered seams.
I'd patch and fill the holes.
If I had the tools, there's nothing I wouldn't do.

I'd create a mountain of the rubble, grab your hand and force you to the top.
We'd look out across the world and find you a new perspective.
I'd pave you a new road to travel and make you a new map, showing you exactly how to find your way back to me.

If I could, I'd repaint the smile on your face that haunts my dreams.
I'd cut a me shaped hole in the space next to you that you fill with your worries and stresses.
I'd make myself capable of making you happy.

If I had the tools, you'd be happy.
We'd have a house there in the desert with a front porch that goes all the way around.
Baby, if I could call upon the four elements, I'd craft a world just for you where you'd be happy.

With me.
All I need is a tool.