LYRICS
We go to the places we love best
Saving souls and passing acid tests
In the now until tomorrow comes
Follow our own road to where it runs
Pull the sword out of the stone
On this road that is our own
We can work it out
Cause we've gone walkabout
And I feel I'm on fire
Our own road goes higher
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