Built on the bedrock,
forged through the storm.
Where the timber holds true and the fire stays warm.
The storm tries to shake what we built on this ground.
But a heart made of steel ain't ever coming down.
It's a brick and mortar groove, standing strong and high.
We don't bow to the wind, we look it in the eye.
Rooted in the earth, reaching for the sun.
Walking this road till the victory is won.
Wooden floor shaking under heavy dancing feet.
Feel the solid pulse of the electric street.
No matter how hard the winter cold blows.
Inside this house, the steady spirit grows.
It's a brick and mortar groove, standing strong and high.