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