Have we found a sign of life
to kill us when we’re done?
We seem to die much quicker
when at port for way too long
I haven’t seen the reasons for
This burial unsung
We seem to die much quicker
when at port for way too long

So pack up your bags boys
There’s something we must do
From Lindburg to Newark we’ll look to the sky
Do you think they will want us?
And how will we get there?
From Newark to Zurich
Is 5,000 miles

Below we all thought
That a fall was a’comin
But purpose revives us
Our spirit renewed
We broke from the gate
But this dark horse had hurdles
We kept on runnin’
With our broken leg

So lets pack up our bags boys
There’s something we must do
With a wink from the gods
We’ll make it to the coast
And a caravan trails us
With friends so supportive
On a tour that now drives us
Thanks to our gracious hosts

Below we all thought
That a fall was a’comin
But purpose revives us
Our spirit renewed
We broke from the gate
But this dark horse had hurdles
We kept on runnin’
With our broken leg