The story behind this song
There's no dressing this up. The treatments are brutal, the news comes in waves, and some days just getting out of bed is the whole battle. But there's a calendar on the wall with the hard days crossed off in bright marker, and a circle of people counting every X alongside. They bring the bad jokes and the casseroles, drink coffee in the parking lot, and squeeze a hand back through the beeping.
For the friend in the hard middle of it who shouldn't have to be brave every hour — from the people who aren't going anywhere, not now, not ever.
Lyrics
We heard the news on a Tuesday
And we circled up that night
And we circled up that night
We know the days are heavy, we know the nights are long
We've seen you in that waiting room trying to look strong
You don't have to be the brave one every hour on the clock
We brought the bad jokes and the casseroles — we're not gonna stop
We've seen you in that waiting room trying to look strong
You don't have to be the brave one every hour on the clock
We brought the bad jokes and the casseroles — we're not gonna stop
When the fight gets ugly
That's when we get loud
That's when we get loud
We're still in your corner — every round, every bell
When you can't throw a punch, we'll stand and yell
This isn't your fight only, friend, it never was
We're still in your corner, 'cause that's what this love does
When you can't throw a punch, we'll stand and yell
This isn't your fight only, friend, it never was
We're still in your corner, 'cause that's what this love does
There's a calendar of crossed-off days taped up on your wall
We're counting right beside you, every X, we see them all
Coffee in the parking lot, the beep of those machines
You squeeze my hand, I squeeze right back — you know what that means
We're counting right beside you, every X, we see them all
Coffee in the parking lot, the beep of those machines
You squeeze my hand, I squeeze right back — you know what that means
On the days you've got nothing
Lean the whole way on us
Lean the whole way on us
We're still in your corner — every round, every bell
When you can't throw a punch, we'll stand and yell
This isn't your fight only, friend, it never was
We're still in your corner, 'cause that's what this love does
When you can't throw a punch, we'll stand and yell
This isn't your fight only, friend, it never was
We're still in your corner, 'cause that's what this love does
And when this thing is over — and friend, it will be done
We'll be the loudest table at the bar, telling how you won
We'll be the loudest table at the bar, telling how you won
We're still in your corner — every round, every bell
When you can't throw a punch, we'll stand and yell
This isn't your fight only, friend, it never was
We're still in your corner, 'cause that's what this love does
When you can't throw a punch, we'll stand and yell
This isn't your fight only, friend, it never was
We're still in your corner, 'cause that's what this love does
Not going anywhere
Not now, not ever
Not now, not ever
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