Stories That Never Get Told

Dust on the boots and dirt on the floor I don't wanna run from the truth anymore Left my hometown with a hole in my chest Looking for something I couldn't express Ooh, the river runs deep Ooh, promises to keep So raise up a glass to the ones who remain Standing out loud in the pouring rain We are the fire that burns in the cold We are the stories that never get told Yeah, we are the stories that never get told Roots in the ground but my head in the cloud Speaking my mind but I'm speaking too loud Brother, I missed you, it's been a long year But the sound of your voice makes the shadows clear Ooh, the river runs deep Ooh, promises to keep So raise up a glass to the ones who remain Standing out loud in the pouring rain We are the fire that burns in the cold We are the stories that never get told Yeah, we are the stories that never get told I’m coming back, I’m coming home Never meant to walk alone I’m coming back, I’m coming home! So raise up a glass to the ones who remain Standing out loud in the pouring rain We are the fire that burns in the cold We are the stories that never get told Never get told.