Verse 1

I rolled in through the rain-slick road

With a coat of dust and a heavy load

Seen a brass band cut through the air

Like a fire in the middle of a prayer

The river kept on calling my name

Old truths hiding inside the frame

I came too far to turn around

Now the whole town’s shaking out the sound

Pre-Chorus

Lock the gate

Let it swing

Hear that horn?

Let it ring

One more step

Then you know

Where the lost