文本歌词

Hey babe, all of these roads
Won't be covered in gold
Hey babe, no looking back
Clear skies are on these tracks
Let's go, go down these roads
We can make them our own
If we lose our way
I promise I will stay
I don't want to wait long
So pack your things, let's go
The sun is getting low
We'll find some places called home
I don't want to wait long
So pack your things, let's go
The sun is getting low
We'll find some places called home
Hey babe, all of these roads
Won't be covered in gold
Hey babe, no looking back
Clear skies are on these tracks
Let's go, go down these roads
We can make them our own
If we lose our way
I promise I will stay
I don't want to wait long
So pack your things, let's go
The sun is getting low
We'll find some places called home
Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh
We'll find some places called home
Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh
We'll find some places called home
We'll find some places called
We'll find some places called
We'll find some places called home
We'll find some places called
We'll find some places called home
We'll find some places called home
Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh
We'll find some places called home