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We're nothing more than travelers.
Miles to go before I get home.
A fork in the road, a thunderstorm.
We're just drivers on this stormy road tonight.
We're nothing more than travelers.
Red lights glare with an endless waiting sign.
How can we move when we're standing still?
How can we chase the thrill?
(How can we chase the thrill?)
Windows blur the lines between outside and in.
Where does the road end? Where do we begin?
Where do we begin?
Music: ai generated
Lyrics: human written