Till the Road Ends

“Can’t” never could, “won’t” never tried,

Both ride shotgun while your dream dies.

They’ll talk you down, they’ll make you quit,

Then call it wisdom where you sit.

I’ve worn doubt like a ball and chain,

Let good plans rust while I cursed the rain.

Now I lace my boots and face that hill—

Fear talks loud, but it don’t steer this wheel.

Can’t never could—get it off your lips.

It’ll stop you cold before you take the trip.

Get right. Do right. Put your back into it.

If the work ain’t done, get back to it.

Grab that shovel. Bring your friends.

We go till the road ends—

Then we build a road, friends.

A busted plan ain’t a buried dream,

Get under the hood, see what it needs.

Take good counsel, take the hard truth,

Pride won’t fix what’s broke in you.

Measure twice before you cut,

Don’t call half-done good enough.

Excellence is the standard here—

Do it right when nobody cheers.

Can’t never could—get it off your lips.

It’ll stop you cold before you take the trip.

Get right. Do right. Put your back into it.

If the work ain’t done, get back to it.

Grab that shovel. Bring your friends.

We go till the road ends—

Then we build a road, friends.

Get on your knees. Get your head right.

Ask God for wisdom before that fight.

Tough ain’t loud, and strong ain’t mean—

It’s owning your mess and coming clean.

When the road runs out, we stop and pray,

Check the ground and find a way.

Let faith be our road, let grit be our drive—

Put these hands to work, keep the dream alive.

Can’t never could—get it off your lips.

It’ll stop you cold before you take the trip.

Get right. Do right. Put your back into it.

If the work ain’t done, get back to it.

Grab that shovel. Bring your friends.

Faith in our hearts, dirt on our hands.

We go till the road ends—

Then we build a road, friends.

Boots in the dirt. Eyes down the road.

Nobody here has to pull alone.

Get right. Do right. Let the work begin.

We go till the road ends—

Then we build a road, friends.