| Our house with garden’s overgrown |
| The windows broken, curtains blown |
| Front door, it’s swinging, can’t be closed |
| The wind will tell us where to roam |
| Waking up to the fact we’re never coming back |
| Our home is the open road |
| Waking up to the fact we’re leaving our tracks |
| Our home is the open road |
| Lay down upon the grass so green |
| See flowers tangle, taking hold |
| Fall down into the ground below |
| Shout loud and wake, it’s time to go |
| Waking up to the fact we’re never coming back |
| Our home is the open road |
| Waking up to the fact w’re leaving our tracks |
| Our home is th open road |
| See the place we once knew falling |
| See the place we once knew |
| See the place we once knew calling |
| We’re only passing through |
| We’re only passing through |
| Waking up to the fact we’re never coming back |
| Our home is the open road |
| Waking up to the fact we’re leaving our tracks |
| Our home is the open road |
| Waking up to the fact we’re never coming back |
| Our home is the open road |
| Waking up to the fact we’re leaving our tracks |
| Our home is the open road |
| Waking up |
| Waking up |
| Waking up |
| Waking up |
| Waking up |