The Furthest Outpost

Eyes upon the sun
Disillusion won over us

We don’t have no clues on the roadside
But we’ve passed the furthest outpost and there’s no going back

Take your hands and wrap them round the wheel now
hold on, hold still, and tell me how you feel

Take your eyes and fix them on the skyline
Until we see the bright light, we’ll drive until we’re healed

We have no idea where we are now
But we’ve passed the furthest outpost and there’s no going back

Take your hands and wrap them round the wheel now
hold on, hold still, and tell me how you feel

Take your eyes and fix them on the skyline
Until we see the bright light, we’ll drive until we’re healed

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