We have to take this brand new season
Leave all behind and see like a blind
Goin' our way out of prison
Digging many souls to find out what is gold
Thru a dream we find what it means to be
In a shake of hand we get the hell outta here
Yeah, there's a great gig out there
And that's the reason to say
That I love and I hate
I don't believe in faith
Chances to exceed our vision
Yellow brick road, there are no trenches to blow
Draw a new line in the horizon
Faces to know
Many faces to show