I’m heading south Everytime I look ahead There’s a fork in the road Don’t it feel cold With every step out into the unknown I look for us I look for home In this unknown Wherever ever you go Trust I’ll go Good things come in droves But the good ain’t all we’ve come to know In this unknown Place a cross right at the pinnacle And I will wait there for The good times to roll The good times to roll Woah oh oh Woah oh oh In this unknown Woah oh oh Woah oh oh The good times to roll A whistle blown Maybe there’s a lesson somewhere I don’t know Don’t it feel cold With every step out into the unknown I look for us I look for home In this unknown Wherever ever you go Trust I’ll go Good things come in droves But the good ain’t all we’ve come to know In this unknown Place a cross right at the pinnacle And I will wait there for The good times to roll The good times to roll Woah oh oh Woah oh oh In this unknown Woah oh oh Woah oh oh The good times to roll