

(hey, hey, go!)
Dust on the road,
static on the dial
We've been driving for another mile
I feel the pressure rising up inside
Nowhere left for us to run and hide (get ready)
We are the fire in the dark tonight!
We are the ones who make it bright! (hoooah!)
Feet on the clay,
hands in the sky
No
one can tell us
how to fly I
feel the pressure rising up inside
Nowhere left for us to run and hide
(here we go!)
(go, go, go!)
(yeah, we out...)