Wandering, no particular direction. To probably end up where I came from. How can I feel so lost when every roads a circle and all signs I read seem to disagree. But there's one thing I know for sure. That I'm not alone in this search for answers. And that's why we need to find each other. And that's why we need to help each other out. And that's why we should reach for hands to hold and hold on tight to what we find. Different lives, one fight, one goal. Reaching the horizon at the end of the road. And alone I stagger. And alone I falter. And alone I stagger, no shoulder to lean on. No common causes. No reason to go on. Different lives, one fight, one goal. Reaching the horizon at the end of the road. Where we'd all be one. Where we'd all stand strong. Where we'd all belong. Where we'd all be home.