The snow comes falling down
The flakes do their best to cover up the ground
And I'm inside looking out
The sun has swept away to make place for the night

Nothing left to do, nothing left to say
Cause I'm already on my way
Might have the wind in my face
But at least I'm on my way

I'm always on the move
Until I find my place I look for something new
And that's how I get my kicks
It's a constant search for something
Something more than this

I start dreaming away
want to roll into the sunset in a 56 chevrolet
With you right by my side
Last rays of the evening sun
Reflects in the fields, and the lakes,
And the rivers we're passing by

Writer : FALK, THOMAS / CEDERGRAN, MARTEN / ANDERSSON, RICHARD / MAATTA, CHRISTIAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.