The stories behind The Summer We Learned to

• "The Summer We Learned to Repair" Is an Origin Story, Not a Fantasy — The nostalgic pop-rock track follows a young apprentice's first season in the trade, grease-stained notebook and all.

Lyrics

Wrote each number in a grease -stained book

And watched their patient's steady look

They said, take your time know what you're touching every life behind

The numbers mean something with a friend beside me

And the whole day wide I found a road I wanted to ride

That was the summer we learned to repair

Turning little sparks into somebody's care

With our hands, our hearts and a band full of tools

We were young, we were ready, we were breaking the rules

Sing it out, let the whole town hear

We found our future in those first bright years

From a roadside call to a purpose we share

That was the summer we learned to repair.

A pager buzzing by the county line,

late night coffee and a borrowed nine.

A monitor blinking in a quiet room, we chased the fault and made a

little room.

The nurse is waiting for the morning shift, oh, every patient counting on a

lift. The senior techs would grin and say, keep your notes,

you'll lead someday. They said, stay curious, don't stop growing.

trust the craft and keep the good work going with a friend beside me and the

windows down we carried hope from town to town that was the summer

we learned to repair turning little sparks into somebody's care

with our hands our hearts and a van full of tools we were young we were

ready we were breaking the rules sing it out let the whole town hear we

We found our future in those first bright years

From a roadside call to a purpose we share

That was the summer we learned to repair

Years rolled on but I still can't see

Those open doors and who they helped me be

Every quiet fix, every lesson passed along

Built a place where other hands belong

That was the summer we learned to repair

Turning little sparks into somebody's care

With our hands, our hearts, and a van full of tools

We were young, we were ready, we were breaking the rules

Sing it out, let the whole town hear

We found our future in those first bright years

From a roadside call to a purpose we share

That was the summer we learned to repair

That was the summer, the summer we loved

Every lesson given, every kindness returned

Raise your hands for the people who care

We found a lifelong purpose there

Toolbox memories,

sun on the air

Still answering the call

Still learning to repair