"Glory" VERSE ONE: We spoke of many dreams Oh didn't we, oh didn't we In the eye of the storm or somewhere in between With our heads held high Our fists to the side With a cannon to the left A cannon to the right Aiming for the glory of the rest of our lives CHORUS: We were fish in the stream, silver and blue searching for something more than the truth We were boys, brothers in arms We were boys, chasing the stars We were boys, fighting for yards We were boys VERSE TWO: And you always knew best, the Joker in the deck Shameless and always willing to put it to the test With your head held high your fists to the side Cannon to the left Cannon to the right Aiming for the glory of an endless night Repeat CHORUS BREAK: Oh Hello Cowboy, we got so close to the sun Hello Cowboy, we ain't even close to being done Hello Cowboy, you're the only one I can think of when I need someone by my side CHORUS OUTRO: We were fish in the stream, silver and blue searching for something more than the truth We were boys, brothers in arms We were boys, chasing the stars We were boys, fighting for yards We were boys searching for the glory of the rest of our nights Cannon to the left Cannon to the right Aiming for the glory of the rest of our lives We were boys We were boys We were boys We were boys OUTRO
Brotherhood never gets its due in the realm of music. Sisterhood either, since we are on the topic. But let’s not divide the line. We are talking about true friendships here. The kind that you have no understanding of. It is the watch you never have to wind. Through wear and tear and despite the oil and sweat of human hands, or the faults in its exterior imbued through gravity and clumsy grasp, it still works. It is far from perfect but the time that you keep is the time that you have shared, that you have endured. And from these ingredients and only these ingredients, Trust is derived. And so you carry it with you now, every where you go. Especially, when the world stands still. You hear, you feel, it’s tock.
It pulls you. It pushes you. It reminds you, gently, that the past is not lost but in your pocket, in your hand, in the back of your mind whenever you need it to endow you with the courage to move forward.
To the ones that carry us forward despite the burden of our girth.
To my brothers and my sisters, bound by blood or by blood alcohol level.
To Ben, my dear dear friend.
To the Glory we continue to seek and the Glory we have found in each other.