Verse 1

You count the heads before the gates swing wide,

Read every fault line, keep us on your side.

Your coat is buttoned, your expression stone,

You carry every burden like it's yours alone.

Pre-Chorus

But when the last watch settles down,

And no one needs you standing proud,

Let the armor rest upon the floor—

You don't have to hold the door.

Chorus

You hold the sky above our heads,

You take the weight, you face the spread.

But even iron needs a place to lie;

Come set it down, we’ll guard the sky.

You lead us through the hardest weather—

You don't have to bear it all forever.