I'm looking back on this year
No we can't complain
But did we get anywhere
Are we still the same
A thousand miles on the road
Now you can call us continental
Sometimes a bit overload
But that's not worth remembering
So much is left to say c'mon hit the road we can't stay so much is left to do
But I will turn back to you
From austin to new york from vienna to rome under the boardwalk but the best place is home and sometimes the world stood still thirty-thousand feet overground I'm never gonna lose my will and I'm not alone this is my playground so why are you crying this is my playground so why don't you go now