Small Town

We came from a small town We came from the west We drive with the windows down To feel the air upon our chest Not here for the money Not here for the fame Just came till you here our words Written on a page Keep running, running, keep running slow And it's something, something, there's something more And it's coming, coming, it's coming We came from the mountains We came from the lakes We sang through the darkest nights Dreaming of the days We could be who we want to We could go all the way All we got is you and me And me and you to say Keep running, running, keep running slow And it's something, something, there's something more And it's coming, coming, it's coming Remember where you come from Show them what you're made of Remember where you come from Show them what you're made of Remember where you come from Show them what you're made of Remember where you come from Show them what you're made of Keep running, running, keep running slow And it's something, something, there's something more And it's coming, coming, it's coming