I was raised on a screen door slamming
Sunday bells and honest hands
You don’t shout your prayers to heaven
You live them best you can
Daddy said keep your word clean
Let your yes be what it means
I’ve been knocked down by closed doors
Letters cold as courthouse stone
Learned the hard way who keeps score
When you’re standing all alone
Every bruise became a lesson
Every scar a map back home
People who are chasing status quit when the status is denied
People who are chasing truth rebuild the road
You can polish all the medals, hang them high and stand with pride
Or lay another mile of gravel stone by stone
When the lights all fade and nothing stays the same
People chasing truth rebuild the road
I’ve seen silver-tongued believers
Lose their way for loud applause
Trading faith for folded papers
And a seat beside the boss
But quiet hands keep working
Long after the cheering’s gone
I bit my tongue and held my temper
When the room turned sharp and small
Could’ve burned a bridge in anger
But I chose not to let it fall
Sometimes silence is the hammer
That drives the strongest nail of all
If this life’s a borrowed ledger
We don’t get to take it home
All we leave’s the way we measure
What we build and what we own
Leave a path for those behind us
Not a throne of brittle bones
People who are chasing status quit when the status is denied
People who are chasing truth rebuild the road
You can polish all the medals, hang them high and stand with pride
Or lay another mile of gravel stone by stone
When the lights all fade and nothing stays the same
People chasing truth rebuild the road
I don’t need a golden pulpit
Or my name in neon light
Just a table set for supper
Where the hungry eat alright
If I’m wrong then let me learn it
If I’m right then let it live
When I’m dust and done with breathing
Let it never be unknown
I believed in giving freely
And I walked what I was shown
Truth’s a fire that keeps on burning
Long after the singer’s gone
People who are chasing status quit when the status is denied
People who are chasing truth rebuild the road
You can polish all the medals, hang them high and stand with pride
Or lay another mile of gravel stone by stone
When the lights all fade and nothing stays the same
People chasing truth rebuild the road
People chasing truth rebuild the road
