Hey babe, all of these roads
Won't be covered in gold
Hey babe, no looking back
Clear skies are on these tracks

Let's go, go down these roads
We can make them our own
If we lose our way
I promise I will stay

I don't want to wait long
So pack your things, let's go
The Sun is getting low

We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home

Hey babe, all of these roads
Won't be covered in gold
Hey babe, no looking back
Clear skies are on these tracks

Let's go, go down these roads
We can make them our own
If we lose our way
I promise I will stay

I don't want to wait long
So pack your things, let's go
The Sun is getting low

We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home