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