So hold your head up high and know

It's not the end of the road

Walk down this beaten path before

You pack your things and head home

At the end of the road

You'll find what you've been longing for

You'll find what you've been longing for at the end of the road

I know 'cause my feet have the scars to show

I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home...

Yeah!

It's time for you to press on

This is not your war

Set your sights,

Set your sights to North

Press on, press on

This is not your escape,

This is not your escape

Wash away what they thought of you

Lock your sights, press on

'Cause in this place we're all as good as dead

...end cycle

'Cause in this place we're all as good as dead

...end cycle, press on

Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone

It's not the end of the road,

the end of the road for you

At the end of the road

You'll find what you've been longing for

You'll find what you've been longing for

You'll find what you've been longing for