Текст: Whitney Duncan. Right Road Now. Away.

Give me a map, give me a road
Take me upon the winds that blow
The fields of dust, the fields of gold

I've seen how finest colors fade
The music go to yesterday
We can't revive what can't be saved

A way, there's got to be a way
'Cause it seems that I can't stay
Away from you

I'm tired of all my compromise
It's time for me to fight
Away from you

You were the brightened northern star
The perfect temporary scar
The best in words and still you are

You were the center of the sun
The smokin' barrel of a gun
All my goal's rolled into one

A way, there's got to be a way
'Cause it seems that I can't stay
Away from you

I'm tired of all my compromise
It's time for me to fight
Away from you

A way, there's got to be a way
But it seems that I can't stay
Away from you

I'm tired of all my compromise
But it's time for me to fight
Away from you