| She’s got her reasons, she’s got her pride
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| Though she’s beaten black and blue
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| One fine day she’ll be walking outside
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| She’ll turn to see what is true
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| Won’t draw no curtains, be hiding no way
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| On that Victory Day
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| She’s stuck it out, she’s hung in tough
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| She won’t be running away
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| He says it will change, but each time it does
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| It starts up all over again
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| He wants the thunder, the crashing of waves
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| The guts, the glory of victory parades
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| She says it just never happens that way
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| On that Victory Day
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| Victory Day, Victory Day
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| There’s no rockets flaring, there’s no loud display
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| If you walk with me we’ll get there someway
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| On that Victory Day
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| In the sun, walk by the water, in the sun
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| She says life isn’t big, not it’s kind of small
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| Made of small moments, they’re all strung together
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| If you don’t look out, you might miss them all
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| Then it’s just passed you on by like the weather
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| He wants that thunder and crashing of waves
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| The guts, the glory of victory parades
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| She says I’ll give you much more than you’ll take
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| On that Victory Day
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| Victory Day, Victory Day
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| There’s no rockets flaring, there’s no loud display
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| If you walk with me we’ll get there someway
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| On that Victory Day
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| And he’s gotten so close and he won’t let it fade
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| And the reasons still haunt you for the mistakes you made
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| She says let it go, 'cause it’s time for a change
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| But he’s still a little boy trapped between pages
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| Time to walk away from him
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| She said I’ll take you some place where I know it will change
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| Victory Day, Victory Day
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| There’s no rockets flaring, there’s no loud display
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| If you walk with me we’ll get there someway
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| On that Victory Day, on that Victory Day |