The Glory

Sun on your back

Neck turnin' pink

World movin' slow, so you know what you think

Nothin' but lines and a bait hook to trouble the water

Change isn't bad, but change should go slow

One change above can shift ten things below

Know when to stop or you find yourself choppin' down

Old trees that still grow

The old ways we all know

The old rules, the old days

The glory

These old eyes can still see

These old hands remind me

The old life, the old times

The glory

When you step into a nest of hornets

Someone's gonna get stung

Better to let nature take its course

If you're standin' there atop the ladder

Hangin' on the top rung

You won't ever feel the river's force

But the people down below

Sense the turnin' of the tide

They want someone in command

Who's uniquely qualified

To defend them, protect them

Restore their respect and their pride

Counter the slack, temper the speed

Follow the currents and watch where they lead

Catch what they're missin' and learn how to listen

To old souls that still cry

Old blood that won't dry

The old fight, the old score

The new chance to fight for

The glory

The glory

The glory

Sun on your back

Neck turnin' pink

World movin' slow, so you know what you think