[JUDGE ROAN]
Sun on your back
Neck turning pink
World movin' slow, so you know what you think
Nothing but lines and a bait-hook
To trouble the water

Change isn't bad
But change should go slow
One change above
Can shift ten things below
Know when to stop
Or you'll find yourself chopping
Down old trees that still grow
The old ways we all know
The old rules, the old days
The glory

These old eyes can still see
These old hands remind me
The old life, the old times
The glory!

When you step into a nest of hornets
Someone's gonna get stung
Better to let nature take its course
If you're standing there atop the ladder
Hanging on the top rung
You won't ever feel the river's force
But the people down below sense
The turning of the tide
They want someone in command
Who's uniquely qualified
To defend them, protect them
Restore their respect and their pride!
[DORSEY]
Counter the slack
Temper the speed

[JUDGE ROAN]
Follow the currents, and watch where they lead

[BOTH]
Catch what they're missing
And learn how to listen
To old souls that still cry
Old blood that won't dry

[JUDGE ROAN]
The old fight, the old score
The new chance to fight for

[BOTH]
The glory!
The glory!
The glory!

[DORSEY]
Sun on your back
Neck turning pink
World moving slow, so you know what you think...