I'm glad you know cause words are not allowed to speak

Of the difference inbetween - So we don't speak

It's hard to see when skies are blue that all blue

Turns grey and we don't even care - it's all about

Getting through

We all hope for a better day, we all hope for a place

To stay and maybe to find someone that feels the same way we do

We'll drive down to the Atlantic, passing countryside

In the mid of summer, endless miles through dusty

Highways and untouched valleys

On the side of the road stands that perfect stranger

Wearing a sign saying: I am going to Paris - Are you going my way?

We all hope for a better day in a different place

Another way, we all hope for a place to stay

And maybe to find someone else that feels the same way

We do................ I'm on my way............... I'm on

My way......... I'm on my way