Fifty years started
In West Pennsylvania
Could've been Paris
Or Rome, or Duluth
But fifty years started
In West Pennsylvania
And that's how you know that I'm telling the truth
Cause fifty years isn't some fairy tale story
Some Hollywood horseshit
Some old country song
It starts out as nothing
And grows, 'till it's fifty years long
One year is easy
Five years, whatever
And ten years or twelve, now you're starting to learn
It's climbing and driving
And giving up something
And praying you like what you got in return
And what is this city?
And who are these people?
And how did we get here?
And did we go wrong?
Well, keep holding hands, kids
You grew something fifty years long
It's fifty years fighting
Fifty years dancing
And fifty years chancing the wheel
It's fifty years reaching
And fifty years growing
And fifty years knowing it's real
It's real
It's funny how someone
Looks fifty years different
But still looks the same
Give or take
More or less
It's funny to think eighteen thousand days later
What you might've been
If you hadn't said yes
But look at us crying
And look at us laughing
And here's what we're thinking
In case it's not clear
If that love could happen
In West Pennsylvania
Who knows what could happen right here
So come, tell the story
On how you can do it
It's love, and it's luck
And it's sacred and strong
It starts out as nothing
And grows 'till it's fifty years long
You started out with nothing
And grew something fifty years long