Where the wind blows Ill go with my chin up
A paper airplane made from the funny pages of my past
Golden glimmers shining on the water
That kind of picture you might find in hallmark photographs
Ive got a fire inside
That Im not gonna hide
The sky is open wide
And we got miles and miles
And miles and miles to go
Wide open
Kick it up Ill leave the dust behind me
I like the long way where all the roads arent so beaten down
I feel a rush like I got fish on my line
There is a hunger runs so deep the quiet kind of loud
From the moment we are born we are breathing
From the moment we arrive we are leaving
cause we got a fire inside
That we cannot hide
The sky is open wide
And we got miles and miles
And miles and miles to go
Wide open
