| On a long road, miles to go
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| It’s winding and cold and it’s covered with snow
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| But I ask you what we all want to know
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| Where are we going from here…
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| Lines on my face, lines on my hands
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| Lead to a future I don’t understand
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| Some things don’t go as they’re planned…
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| Where are we going from here…
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| Tracing the trails through the mirrors of time
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| Spinning in circles with riddles in rhyme
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| We lose our way, tryingto find
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| Searching to find our way home…
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| Trying to find our way home…
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| As the day dies, with tears in our eyes
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| There’s too few hellos and too many goodbyes
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| Silence answers our cries… where are we going from here…
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| We’re all on this road, with miles to go
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| Braving new pathways into the unknown
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| But who do you ask, when no one really knows
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| Where we are going from here… |