Till the morning comes
Some say all that you know
Is what you are
And itís hard to, think like you do
Here from afar
Donít ya know?
Well I know of a place far down from here.
Bonfires and fireflies, with dancing spheres.
So let the good times roll
And let your hair hang down.
Cuz you know we arenít gonna stop
Till the morning comes around.
And Iíll drive my wheels all through the country.
Iíd walk the mile, just to come back home to you.
Ways of the world, got me feeliní down, so low.
I need to come back home, to the place Iíve known.