There were no cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details
We left them all behind, we left them all behind.
There was a place for there was a time for,
and now we arrive and leave again, there is no point in a keepsake when you
run from collections.
I know one day there will be book or a song line to remind me
how much it meant to be hungry, exhausted and alone.
Direction is point, direction is a purpose, destination is a reason to live and this
a heart beat.
This could be any day this could be any year.
This could be any stage, this could be any city.
All that matters is we're moving on.
The roadside graveyards pass and we escape (x3) repeating.
The construction of a nation building up
and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again, oh, oh.
Trailing tailights like the ghosts of the past en route to arrival.
We're never going home.