

(ooh,
yeah)
I took a walk down the avenue
Tracing the steps that we used to choose
Under the shelter of the afternoon
We had nothing left to lose
And the wind
starts to shift
Every memory
is a gift
We are writing the pages tonight
Walking straight into the golden light
No more running from what is true
It always comes back to you
Now the beat changes,
a modern view
Walking on pavement
with a different stride
We got the engine running on
the inside
We change the tempo,
we find our way
(ahhhh) Nothing left for us to say
It always comes back to you
(yeah, it always does)
(ooh,
yeah)