we were cut off once but we will never stop

together we will fight our fears.

i would rather make twenty enemies

than have two friends with no hearts.

we don't need maps well make this our place

we don't need sleep the nights are endless

with our hearts of gold we will never lose this

the sun only sinks so we can watch it rise up again

i don't know why but we keep looking up

we put our problems in the sky

we cant turn back left so much behind

let us stand here now

this is how it was meant to be

we will never stop till the hands stop ticking

why sing the blues? when we've got jazz

the road was meant for us

we call the shots

when the road has stopped and forced to run

its time for you to make decisions

when your neck is sore from looking back don't you see?

there's a hand in front of you that will take you to the top.

i don't know why but we keep looking up

we put our problems in the sky

we cant turn back left so much behind

let us stand here now

this is how it was meant to be

we will never stop till the hands stop ticking

why sing the blues? when we've got jazz

the road was meant for us

we call the f**king shots.