Buneta
Many Miles To Go ....
we’re drifting off, but we’re still on track
reflecting light off a windshield crack
horizon’s glowing red, an endless road
no signal on the radio
windows down, you reach outside
you can almost touch some peace of mind
uuh, for all we know
we still got many many many miles to go
should we start over in a little town
trade city noise for cricket sounds
are we part of a game we’re tired of playing?
well it’s never too late to change they say
we gather stones throughout the years
the height of our walls shows the depth of our fears
uuh, it’s good to know
we still got many many many miles to go.
Many Miles To Go ....
we’re drifting off, but we’re still on track
reflecting light off a windshield crack
horizon’s glowing red, an endless road
no signal on the radio
windows down, you reach outside
you can almost touch some peace of mind
uuh, for all we know
we still got many many many miles to go
should we start over in a little town
trade city noise for cricket sounds
are we part of a game we’re tired of playing?
well it’s never too late to change they say
we gather stones throughout the years
the height of our walls shows the depth of our fears
uuh, it’s good to know
we still got many many many miles to go.