Search the moonlight for stars
Run a cornfield to find a piece of home
Count the years in your space
After all over town
Has closed shop, gone home, remain
Pour the concrete in place
For a new sound, new stage
No blood, no sweat on the voting face
Ask me once like there's no sense in dying tonight
Fear the things that you lost in the fire
THE COLD WINTER NIGHT
Feel like there's nothing there to surround you
Like nothing at all
And it's time to move on
TIME TO ROAM
Bear the salt of your name
Build an empire that lasts as long as fire
Be the noble brigade
And shoulder the orders like there's no sense in borders but blame
Cowardly gains, jealous for fame
Like the dime that you found was the money you made
Ask me once like there's no sense in dying tonight
Fear the things that you lost in the fire
THE COLD WINTER NIGHT
Feel like there's nothing there to surround you
Like nothing at all
And it's time to move on
TIME TO ROAM
And you feel like there's nothing there to surround you
Like nothing at all
And it's time to move on
TIME TO ROAM
Time to roam, time to roam