We'll take flight from shore to shore.
Make maps, the world is finally yours.
This is what we do.
Burning down the beaten path.
Pushing forward with broken backs.
We've made it through.
So bottle up your hopes and dreams.
Our lives a memento caught in a souvenir scheme.
Ignoring all the signs,
And skipping over landmines.
My brothers are all that I can trust,
While I can't seem to satisfy my wanderlust.
Burning down the beaten path.
Pushing on with broken backs.
Everyone is living a fucking lie.
Sometimes I have to remind myself,
When I'm broke and I'm lost in the world
that there's nowhere else
I'd rather be than
wandering with my makeshift family.
I was 1,000 miles from home,
I was sleeping on floors and losing everything I owned,
just wandering aimlessly into the unknown.
And we built an arc that could save us,
and we took a risk that could break us at any moment.
Hey you!
Yeah you, I'm fucking talking to you!
Don't look down on me,
You're fucking with a dynasty.
No one wants to your victory.
You haven't seen the last of me.
And we'll follow the road
any way that the wind blows.
'Cause this love is for life,
we couldn't change it if we tried.