Along the road we go, the dusty ***** track
too afraid too understand, holding hands we don't look back.

In the middle of darkness, gripped by that of fear, the sound of silence this is somewhat clear.

Along the road we go, we start to hit the bend,
waving off the old way, life is on the mend.

We reach our destination, at first it's feeling strange, welcome to the feeling, which is that of change.

Along the road we go, new places to explore,
feeling like we're living, life no longer seems a chore.