Portugal, we komen er aan.

Group; City to city. The road ahead.

The road ahead is empty.
It's plaved, with miles of the unknow.
Whatever seems to be your destination,
Take life the way it comes, take life the way it is.

Horizon in the distance,
So close and yet so far away.
You should n't be surprised when on arrival,
The dream has flown away,
And fear,s is not here to stay.

The road ahead never gives away a promise.
The road ahead is a highway or a dead end stream.
Raindrops on your windscreen,
They fall, from heaven or from hell.
You drive into the light, or into darkness,
With certainly as your gide.

The road ahead never gives away a promise, o-oh.
The road ahead is a highway or a dead end stream, o-oh.
The road ahead never answers any questions, o-oh.
And nothing is sure along the way, not even tomorrow,
With miles of the unknown ahead of you.

The road ahead is empty.
It's plaved with miles of the unknown.
Whatever seems to be your destination,
Take life the way it comes, take life the way it is.