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