This is not what you've been looking for. Cause you don't know what you've been waiting for. While the past can't escape us, the future's what makes us soar. Guiding our way with torches, on horses we follow footsteps home.
We slip through the static and noise of the traffic, Heading westward. I live a tomorrow with no pain or sorrow, You're longing to borrow. Our thoughts are like magic, explaining the tragic, And I've seen the tomorrow our shadows have cast.
Tell us the plan now that you've opened the door. Cause I've finally found what I've been searching for. While the past can't escape us, the future's what makes us soar. Guiding our way with torches, on horses we follow footsteps home. ...