We follow the trees
The hills and the streets
The unknown road leads
Days passing by
Riding our bikes
Sun and thunder strike
There is so much to see
So much receive
So much to achieve
World is passing by
Another goodbye
Time is on the fly
Spinning the wheel
Of sweat, blood and steel
Friendly folks, good meals
The people we meet
On every street
Generous you would not believe
Still we got
A long way to go
Until we are rolling on home
Rolling on home …