Tell me that we'll always be together, we'll be riding horses all the way.
'Cause boy I feel like men are meant to be more than the shadows of each other.
This road is finally standing up to the sky, boy we're free.
So what is fate to say how things are gonna turn out now?
If storms are breaking over great escapes, boy we'll find how to make it with the rain.
This rage will lead us through the burning tanks, no matter what they say we're heroes, boy we'll get to break out.
Now we're finally standing up to the sky. Look at me boy, what is fate to say how things are gonna turn out now?
Can't you see that we're dead until we wake up? All your dreams are about to happen now. We are racing to the break of dawn. Yeah.