Song | Red River |
Artist | Rocky Votolato |
Album | True Devotion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This is what life feels like on the ground | |
I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country | |
You know he never really came home | |
We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters flow | |
That river was running just searching for an ocean the freedom we’d never known | |
That feeling you get when the wind is blowing like you’re whole life is starting over | |
We made our peace there, with the no-man’s land where we come from | |
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be returned | |
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be dissolved into one | |
Like a crippled animal running on broken legs that night | |
His voice was splintering, rising, and falling to a fate of “I’ll never get out” | |
From Spokane all the way across Montana, then out to the Blood Reserve | |
A black Levis jacket knocking them beers back on the bank of that river | |
Underneath September skies inside the U.S. border | |
He made his peace there – just after his boots filled up with water | |
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be returned | |
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be dissolved into one | |
The waves will wash away the misguided vision | |
Of glory in a battlefield of a thousand corpses | |
I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be dissolved | |
Out of many we are one |
This is what life feels like on the ground | |
I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country | |
You know he never really came home | |
We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters flow | |
That river was running just searching for an ocean the freedom we' d never known | |
That feeling you get when the wind is blowing like you' re whole life is starting over | |
We made our peace there, with the noman' s land where we come from | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be returned | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved into one | |
Like a crippled animal running on broken legs that night | |
His voice was splintering, rising, and falling to a fate of " I' ll never get out" | |
From Spokane all the way across Montana, then out to the Blood Reserve | |
A black Levis jacket knocking them beers back on the bank of that river | |
Underneath September skies inside the U. S. border | |
He made his peace there just after his boots filled up with water | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be returned | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved into one | |
The waves will wash away the misguided vision | |
Of glory in a battlefield of a thousand corpses | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved | |
Out of many we are one |
This is what life feels like on the ground | |
I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country | |
You know he never really came home | |
We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters flow | |
That river was running just searching for an ocean the freedom we' d never known | |
That feeling you get when the wind is blowing like you' re whole life is starting over | |
We made our peace there, with the noman' s land where we come from | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be returned | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved into one | |
Like a crippled animal running on broken legs that night | |
His voice was splintering, rising, and falling to a fate of " I' ll never get out" | |
From Spokane all the way across Montana, then out to the Blood Reserve | |
A black Levis jacket knocking them beers back on the bank of that river | |
Underneath September skies inside the U. S. border | |
He made his peace there just after his boots filled up with water | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be returned | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved into one | |
The waves will wash away the misguided vision | |
Of glory in a battlefield of a thousand corpses | |
I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved | |
Out of many we are one |