We've been working through the dark
Trying not to fall down holes as we walk
Not long we'll be home
where the sun hugs the shores

And when the road runs out
I will roll back to your door


But who knows
when the road's going to show us the way
to get back home

Up and over the hill
I'll work to the bone
a ship I will build
to find my way home and back to the south

But if the river runs dry
I'd turn my sail into a kite and fly


But who knows
when the road's going to show us the way
to get back home


Hold on close now
don't let go my darling no

But who knows
when the road's going to show us the way
to get back home