I'm glad you know cause words are not allowed to speak
Of the difference inbetween - So we don't speak
It's hard to see when skies are blue that all blue
Turns grey and we don't even care - it's all about
Getting through
We all hope for a better day, we all hope for a place
To stay and maybe to find someone that feels the same way we do
We'll drive down to the Atlantic, pa**ing countryside
In the mid of summer, endless miles through dusty
Highways and untouched valleys
On the side of the road stands that perfect stranger
Wearing a sign saying: I am going to Paris - Are you going my way?
We all hope for a better day in a different place
Another way, we all hope for a place to stay
And maybe to find someone else that feels the same way
We do................ I'm on my way............... I'm on
My way......... I'm on my way