Song Description

Powerful contemporary country exploring working-class male emotional stoicism and the silent bonds between men who struggle alone together. Clever central metaphor plays on 'union' as both labor solidarity and unspoken connection. Honest, compassionate look at men's mental health without being preachy. Gritty blue-collar imagery and vulnerable male perspective. Ideal for artists tackling real issues with authenticity.

Lyrics

Verse 1:
Clock in at seven, just like I always do
'Bout a dozen guys with lunchpails show up around then, too.
One more cup of burnt-up coffee, diesel black and strong
Pretending I don't notice when something's going wrong.

Chorus:
At the union of unspoken
Brothers of things that stay unsaid.
Where we go about our business
Quietly tryin' to get ahead.
Ain't no handshake or secret sign
But I can see that you're not fine.
Yeah, somehow that's enough to keep us goin'
In the union of unspoken.

Verse 2:
The crew eats lunch just staring at the wall.
Always one guy looks like he just lost it all.
I see that same look in the mirror every single day
That stare's a thousand yards to nowhere, so we both just look away.

Chorus:
At the union of unspoken
Brothers of things that stay unsaid.
Where we go about our business
Quietly tryin' to get ahead.
Ain't no handshake or secret sign
But I can see that you're not fine.
Yeah, somehow that's enough to keep us goin'
In the union of unspoken.

Bridge:
Maybe we could talk about it
Maybe we could let it out
But we don't know how to live without it, now

Final Chorus:
We're the union of unspoken
Side by side here every day.
Held together by what's broken
Just tryin' to make our way.
Ain't no speeches or big rallies
Just nods among the crew
But we always find a way to keep on going
Here in the union of unspoken.

Outro:
Yeah, we always keep on going
In the union of unspoken