There was no cameras brought for pictures To hold all The small details We left them all behind We left them all behind There was a place for There was a time for We arrive to leave again There is no point In a keepsake When you run from collections I know one day there will be a book Or a song line to remind me How much it meant to be Hungry, exhausted and alone Direction is a point Direction is a purpouse Destination is a reason to live Makes a heart beat (Woh-oh oh oh) (Woh-oh oh oh) (Woah-oh-oh) (Woah-oh-oh) (Woh-oh oh oh) (Woh-oh oh oh) (Woah-woah-woah-oh) This could be any day This could be any year This could be any stage This could be any city All that matters is we are moving on The roadside graveyards pass And we escape, we escape We escape, we escape repeating And it's construction of a nation Building up And the destruction of a nation Tearing down to build again, oh, oh Trailing taillights like the ghosts Of the last To escape Those past en route to arrival We're never going home