Besedila: Toto. The Road Goes On.

Not by the way of an apology for the things that I have done, do I set my boat upon the sea. So like thunder, I am breaking free. In the landscape of the heart it's hard to tell what's really taken me.

Now I see it all through different eyes. This emotion can't be wrong. Past the mountains under empy skies, and the road goes on and on.

I've been living through this poetry. Tangled words and worn out porse. Love is needing, love is bleeding me.

Now I see it all through different eyes. This emotion can't be wrong. Past the mountains under empty skies. The road goes on. Now I see it all through different eyes; where I'm going, where I've gone. All I know - I'm still surprised that the road goes on and on.