VERSE I: Nobody thinks about that stuff Like, how tall he might have been, or how fast he could've run They just stare as he rolls by All they see is a helpless kid, with no chance to live a life If they only knew . . CHORUS: He's got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash Climbing up a snow-capped mountain & planting his flag He believes one day he'll stand up & walk away from that chair He's got faith, he's got hope, and all his Mama's prayers He's not jaded or bitter He's gonna leave the giving up For the QUITTERS VERSE II: The doctors say no way he'll walk He's just smiles and says , I'm gonna prove you wrong Lots of falls and failed attempts His legs keep giving out but his heart ain't giving in What they don't know is . . CHORUS: He's got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash Pushing Earnhardt down the backstretch in a Daytona draft He believes one day he'll stand up & walk away from that chair He's got faith, he's got hope, and all his Mama's prayers He's not jaded or bitter He's gonna leave the giving up For the QUITTERS BRIDGE: He pulls himself up on the bars and takes a long, deep breath Lifts his right foot off the mat and with all that he has left He takes a step, one step – CHORUS Toward his dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back He believes one day he'll stand up & walk away from that chair He's got faith, he's got hope, and all his Mama's prayers He's not jaded or bitter He's gonna leave the giving up For the QUITTER