Miles Inside Men

[Intro] I wonder sometimes… How many miles a story can travel… Before it ends up inside a man… Who don’t even know all their names… [Verse 1] Got dirt on my boots from a Florida road Bills on the table and a back bent low Hands like my father, heart like my mom Still trying to figure where I belong Some nights I stare at the ceiling fan Wonder what made me the man I am What parts were earned, what parts were loaned What parts were carried inside my bones Maybe somewhere on a cold green hill A stubborn soul learned how not to quit Maybe somewhere by an old river line Another man survived the same dark night [Pre-Chorus] Time keeps moving But it leaves a trail Through every son And every tale [Chorus] Old blood in my veins New roads under my feet I can hear a thousand footsteps Walking underneath me Some crossed oceans Some crossed pain Some died carrying dreams I still carry today Old blood in my veins New roads I gotta pave If they handed me the fire I refuse to let it fade [Verse 2] Kennedy blood and the Lampe line Time changed the world but the fire survived Names on paper fading with age But something remains from page to page Maybe they loved and maybe they failed Maybe they stumbled and maybe prevailed Maybe they buried dreams in the ground So someday somebody could build from the sound Now I’m sitting here writing songs Trying to turn hurt into something strong Funny how life can circle around Berlin listening to an Ocala sound Maybe the reason I still stand tall Ain’t just me standing here at all Maybe every soul before my time Left a little strength inside this life [Bridge] I am not self-made… I am grandfather prayers… I am sacrifices never mentioned… I am women who held families together… I am men who broke… And stood back up… I am every storm they survived… Still breathing… Berlin hears my voice… Ireland knows my name… Germany found my songs… Before I found myself… [Final Chorus] Old blood in my veins Same moon different sky Every soul before me Helped teach my heart to survive Old blood in my veins Now I finally understand I am not just one life I am the echo of many hands And when my road is over And another soul arrives May they find a little strength In the life I leave behind Old blood… New roads… Still alive… [Outro] The blood remembers… Even when the man forgets.