To Whom It May Concern

So hold your head up high and know

It's not the end of the road

Walk down this beaten path before

You pack your things and head home

At the end of the road

You'll find what you've been longing for

You'll find what you've been longing for

I know 'cause my feet have the scars to show

I was lost with vague direction

And no place to call home

It's time for you to press on

This is not your war

Set your signs, set your signs to

NorthPress on, press on

No, this is not your escape, this is not your escape

Wash away what they thought of you

And press on, press on'

Cause in this place we're all

As good as dead end cycle'

Cause in this place we're all

As good as dead end cycle

Press on, behind the mask you'll find yourself alone

It's not the end of the road, the end of the road for you

At the end of the road

You'll find what you've been longing for

You'll find what you've been longing for

You'll find what you've been longing for