Where we roam. We're creatures on the land.
We'll fall in a human race to claim the upper hand.
Every breath we take is a race against time.
Every dream we chase, we're closer to dying.
And it's where we roam.

We'll cross boundaries to find routine.
We'll work our bodies like human machines.
To severe ties where once set down
We'll root up our families to find new ground.

Now in our time the sacrifice we take.
There's always an obstacle that takes what we make.
The passage we set with goals in mind
With two steps forward and one step behind.

At times survival at times poor
At times wealthy and times not sure
The day will come you'll have no fear.
The hands of time will pass another year.