| Song | Red River |
| Artist | Rocky Votolato |
| Album | True Devotion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This is what life feels like on the ground | |
| I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country | |
| You know he never really came home | |
| We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters flow | |
| That river was running just searching for an ocean the freedom we’d never known | |
| That feeling you get when the wind is blowing like you’re whole life is starting over | |
| We made our peace there, with the no-man’s land where we come from | |
| I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be returned | |
| I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be dissolved into one | |
| Like a crippled animal running on broken legs that night | |
| His voice was splintering, rising, and falling to a fate of “I’ll never get out” | |
| From Spokane all the way across Montana, then out to the Blood Reserve | |
| A black Levis jacket knocking them beers back on the bank of that river | |
| Underneath September skies inside the U.S. border | |
| He made his peace there – just after his boots filled up with water | |
| I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be returned | |
| I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be dissolved into one | |
| The waves will wash away the misguided vision | |
| Of glory in a battlefield of a thousand corpses | |
| I’ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we’ll all be dissolved | |
| Out of many we are one |
| This is what life feels like on the ground | |
| I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country | |
| You know he never really came home | |
| We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters flow | |
| That river was running just searching for an ocean the freedom we' d never known | |
| That feeling you get when the wind is blowing like you' re whole life is starting over | |
| We made our peace there, with the noman' s land where we come from | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be returned | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved into one | |
| Like a crippled animal running on broken legs that night | |
| His voice was splintering, rising, and falling to a fate of " I' ll never get out" | |
| From Spokane all the way across Montana, then out to the Blood Reserve | |
| A black Levis jacket knocking them beers back on the bank of that river | |
| Underneath September skies inside the U. S. border | |
| He made his peace there just after his boots filled up with water | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be returned | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved into one | |
| The waves will wash away the misguided vision | |
| Of glory in a battlefield of a thousand corpses | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved | |
| Out of many we are one |
| This is what life feels like on the ground | |
| I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country | |
| You know he never really came home | |
| We drove out east to Red River to see the high waters flow | |
| That river was running just searching for an ocean the freedom we' d never known | |
| That feeling you get when the wind is blowing like you' re whole life is starting over | |
| We made our peace there, with the noman' s land where we come from | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be returned | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved into one | |
| Like a crippled animal running on broken legs that night | |
| His voice was splintering, rising, and falling to a fate of " I' ll never get out" | |
| From Spokane all the way across Montana, then out to the Blood Reserve | |
| A black Levis jacket knocking them beers back on the bank of that river | |
| Underneath September skies inside the U. S. border | |
| He made his peace there just after his boots filled up with water | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be returned | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved into one | |
| The waves will wash away the misguided vision | |
| Of glory in a battlefield of a thousand corpses | |
| I' ve been searching for the waves to carry us home | |
| To the ocean we all came from, where we' ll all be dissolved | |
| Out of many we are one |