We bitch and we fight.
Diss each other on sight.
But this thing we do.
These times again.
Rain or shine, or stormy weather.
This thing we do.
With world-weary grace.
We've taken our places.
We could curse it or nurse it and give it a name.
Or stay home by the fire,
Fed by desires, stocking the flames.
But we're here for the ride.
It's louder than words.
This thing that we do.
Louder than words.
The way it unfurls.
It's louder than words.
The sum of our parts.
The beat of our hearts.
Is louder than words.
Louder than words.
The strings bend and slide.
As the hours glide by.
An old pair of shoes, your favorite blues.
Gonna tap out the rhythm.
Let's go with the flow wherever it goes.
We're more than alive!
It's louder than words.
This thing that we do.
Louder than words.
The way it unfurls.
It's louder than words.
The sum of our parts.
The beat of our hearts.
Is louder than words.
Louder than words.
It's louder than words.
This thing we call soul,
Is there with the path.
Louder than words.
Louder than words!
[Guitar break]
