Woorden: Fight. Small Deadly Space. Human Crate.

There's a man without a home
With a girl who has no name
They're the face in every town
Underneath, we're all the same

Wonder
She has come and gone
He is always moving on

When the man felt down and low
The girl was by his side
And they walked a broken road
With a hope that never died

Wonder
She has come and gone
He is always moving on

If the man should find a home
Then the girl would take his name
But they need their open road
For their journey is the same

Wonder
She has come and gone
He is always moving on

Wonder
She has come and gone
He is always moving on

Broken road
Hope don't die
Broken road

Broken road
Hope don't die
Broken road