The lakes and pines, they bleed of beauty and grace
and the rivers, they run wild like an endless race
the forrests soar so high then fall to the sea
as church bells ring and sing in harmony
I heard them say they're shutting Detroit down
but I won't leave, cause this is my hometown.
And its times like these we can't replace,
It's times like these we must embrace,
And even though its bittersweet and brings us to our knees,
It makes us who we are, in times like these.
The concrete and steel stand strong against the wind,
with the memories of what was and what has been,
the sounds of sweet soul music and blue collar blues,
there was 17 colors for a chevy on a red, white, & blue,
I heard them say that you can't save that town,
but I won't leave, I will stand my ground.
And its times like these we can't replace,
It's times like these we must embrace,
And even though its bittersweet and brings us to our knees,
It makes us who we are, in times like these.
The ice and snow give way to a new spring bloom
and the wake that hope and faith, they will be home soon,
a new day dawns as the good lord shines from above,
cause in the rubble in rust there remains a whole lot of love,
and I was here watching it all go down,
and I'll still be when it comes back around.
And its times like these we can't replace,
It's times like these we must embrace,
And even though its bittersweet and brings us to our knees,
It makes us who we are, in times like these.
