remember when the night was full of stars?
we’d go up to the roof with our guitars
and play until our fingers bore the scars

when we were young there were no roads
in the empty lot where the wildflowers grow
we’d run in circles until we made our own

so let’s take the road from New York City
up to the mountains, down through the valleys
let’s take the road that no one knows
no one knows,  it’s our own

we’ll outpace the rhythm of regret
we’re all broke, but we’re not finished yet
there are still some stars and roads we haven’t met

so let’s take the road from New York City
up to the mountains, down through the valleys
let’s take the road that no one knows
no one knows, it’s our own
no one knows, it’s our road