I'll go home, sing and cry By the highway I'll come in On the street, pressing on I know we're going to reach the western shore We're coming back down in the ice and snow Coming in, that's when we're the harshest of all The sun should feel so green We're used to sailing abroad But now we're gone, we're tied to war We are young and old We are young and old On the street, pressing on I know we're going to reach the western shore So that you better shout Reveal all your ruins Kiss and truth can't win the game This battle you're losing Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh