On a race to nowhere
On a crazy ride
Fight the fire with fire

Searching for the light

Land without borders

Like the promise land
We are tired of scouting
So come give us a hand


Aiming for perfection
But we're loosing sight

Now all the angels are gone,
It's not so right


We're all getting older
Reaching out to GOD!


How much more we'll get along
How much more we will try
We'll be questioning everything

Till the end of time

On a race to nowhere

On a crazy ride
Now all the angels are gone
It's not so right


We're all getting older
Reaching out to GOD!


We're all alike
As we are One.


We're all getting older
Reaching out to GOD!