Hey babe, all of these roads
Wont be, covered in gold
Hey babe, no looking back
Clear skies are on these tracks
Lets go, go down these roads
We can make them our own
If we lose our way
I promise I will stay
I don't want to wait long
So pack your things, lets go
The Sun is getting low
We'll find some place to call
Hey babe, all of these roads
Wont be, covered in gold
Hey babe, no looking back
Clear skies are on these tracks
Lets go, go down these roads
We can make them our own
If we lose our way
I promise I will stay
I don't want to wait long
So pack your things, lets go
The Sun is getting low
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call home
We'll find some place to call
Hey baby, todos esses caminhos
Não podem ser, cobertos de ouro
Hey baby, não fique olhando pra trás
O céu está limpo por essas trilhas.
Vamos lá, descer por esses caminhos
Nós podemos torna-los nossos
E se a gente perder o rumo
Eu prometo que vou ficar
Eu não quero esperar muito
Então arrume suas coisas, vamos
O sol já está ficando baixo
Bem, encontraremos um lugar pra chamar de lar
