Here we sit now, 
Watch the sinking sun, 
And think of all the roads, 
That we've been down.

Time may pass us, 
But we won't mind, 
We got our bags and we got our rags, 
Oh we're doing fine, 
Yeah we're doing fine.

We will talk about all our good times, 
Oh there's so much more that we're gonna find.

Every next morning, 
We all said ourselves, 
Born to the horison
It never fails, it never fails.


We'll think of the places, 
We've never been before, 
Oh, we'll think of the faces and of their stories, 
Yeah of their stories, 
Oh their stories, yeah of their stories.

(1, 2, 3, 4)
We will talk about all our good times, 
Oh there's so much more that we're gonna find.

We will talk about all our good times, 
And oh, there's so much more that we're gonna find
That we're gonna find, 
That we're gonna find