These Long Roads

It's the threat of the century

And I need to lie down

Treading ever so gingerly

Trying to find ground

'Cause you know when you walk so long

In your head it feels oh so wrong

We're not alone

No

We're not alone

At the end

At the end of these long roads

We will gather there

With our hands in the air

At the end

At the end of these long roads

We will gather there

With our hands in the air

In my mind it's a symphony

In which I rely

To get me through this epiphany

And to keep me up tight

'Cause you know when the beat is wrong

Simple timing can be so hard

We're not alone

At the end

At the end of these long roads

We will gather there

With our hands in the air

At the end

At the end of these long roads

We will gather there

With our hands in the air

At the end

At the end of these long roads

We will gather there

With our hands in the air

At the end

At the end of these long roads

We will gather there

With our hands in the air

It's the threat of the century