On an afternoon in August where I guessed
I would lean in halfway
To the middle where we met
Just to be whisked away by some G** da** bus ticket
We had invested in
It’s an outcome one would never choose
Like the phone booths up in London people look at but don’t use
Our roads might coincide again someday
Thanks to airplanes in the sky
Subtracting driving time away
Here’s to our new homes
Corazons on cobblestones
Here’s to our new homes
Let’s scrape our hearts up from the road
From Chicago in the USA
Up to Montreal French Canada
A short wink from the States
There’s a story left unfinished
There are potholes in the highway
Someone best damn pave
Because out here we are all the same
Our past is incomplete and our future is a maze
Might make sense to settle down
A sacrifice most will make, but I wont make
At least not today
Here’s to our new homes
Corazons on cobblestones
Here’s to our new homes
Let’s scrape our hearts up from the road
Big scary dreams, they don’t make me nervous
Just the ones you stroll into but stay just for a moment
And my map it has proven rather worthless
There’s no fear in getting lost if you’re doing it on purpose
Here’s to our new homes
Corazons on cobblestones
Here’s to our new homes
Let’s scrape our hearts up from the road