There's so many things we hold to us dear
So many things that can be so unclear...

At the start we had no destination to where we...
Winding through roads, fields of dirt and snow...

At the start we had no destination to where we...
Winding through roads, fields of dirt and snow...

There's so many things we hold to us dear
So many things that can be so unclear...

You my friend are one of a kind
You never turned your back when I was out of line...