Strophe 1:
We've packed our bags, the time has come to leave.
Nothing's left, photos burnt to ashes.


Strophe 2:
Nothing's right and nothing seems to be wrong now.

It's time to go and the price we paid wasn't low.

Refrain:

On the road again the journey's the reward.
We see the skyline is reflecting our mind.
That's the freedom we're all searching for, a never ending sky.

If you try too hard to find the truth, you always get a lie.