I found your name
Carved in pine
Knife cuts deep
But the years were kind
Your old work boots
By the back door still
Mud on the soles
Like they worked that hill
And I hear it now
In the boards you nailed
In the fence that leans
But never fails
Hands turn to dust
But the line goes on
Somebody learns
Then somebody’ s strong
We keep the line
We keep the line
We keep the line
Your fire stays mine
Your fire stays mine
keeps burning on
From the same old stone
To the kids we know
We keep the line
We keep the line
My brother took
Your crooked grin
Same split in the cheek
Same stubborn skin
He drives that truck
Like you taught him to
Hauls the same hard weight
Through and through
And the porch boards sing
When the rain rolls in
Like your old laugh
From way back when
What you built with nerve
Doesn’ t fade away
It bends with us
Then it holds its place
We keep the line
We keep the line
We keep the line
Your fire stays mine
Your fire stays mine
keeps burning on
From the same old stone
To the kids we know
We keep the line
We keep the line
I was scared one day
It would all fall through
Just a name in wood
And a faded shoe
But every act
Becomes a door
You walked through dust
We walk through more
We keep the line
We keep the line
We keep the line
Your fire stays mine
Your fire stays mine
Keeps burning on
From the same old stone
To the kids we know
We keep the line
We keep the line