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We kept on walking, never feeling tired, chasing miracles, Mountains on the skyline, ocean calling, mystical. Sunlight on our faces, little wind in the air, Just me and you together, golden world anywhere. Reality and dreams, yeah, they carry different weight, But what’s that to us now? We got love, we got fate. Our life is overflowing, let it always stay this way, Like a song inside the heart that keeps on playing through the day. Then reality goes silent, and we stare up at the ceiling, And the time between us stretches with a slow and heavy feeling. Still we believe that somewhere there’s a light for us ahead, Where the sky is hanging closer and the fear is finally dead. Never count the losses, never fear what’s coming after. Road dust, old phrases, memories we can’t erase, Love ain’t living in a dream — it’s alive in us, in place. Yeah, we still believe there’s a light somewhere, Where the sky drops low and there’s no more fear. Where we can be ourselves, no mask, no defense, No counting up the losses, no living too tense. Road dust and a couple old lines, Love’s not in the dream, it’s alive in our lives. Let reality hit, let the sadness begin, But if you’re here with me, then I still won’t give in. Wind marks on our faces, not a dollar in our jeans, We got a little older, still we don’t abandon dreams. Words are very simple, but the truth hits hard and deep, When the fire lives inside and outside all we see is sleep. We built a steady heaven from the language of our eyes, Every tender move between us kept us strong through darker nights. Life don’t ever pause, nah, it always takes its share, Even the brightest home can turn to ice and leave you there. Yeah, we still believe there’s a light somewhere, Where the sky drops low and there’s no more fear. Where we can be ourselves, no mask, no defense, No counting up the losses, no living too tense. Road dust and a couple old lines, Love’s not in the dream, it’s alive in our lives. Let reality strike, let the road drift rough, But if you’re here with me, then I’m still strong enough. Maybe dreams are weightless, maybe truth is hard to hold, Maybe every living day gets heavy, sharp, and cold. But no road could ever feel as close as loving you, Road dust on the boots of two hearts still in love, Still moving forward, never calling this enough. Reality and dreams got a different kind of weight, But where there’s love, despair gets buried by its fate. We’re still on the road, and no, this ain’t the end, Long as you’re beside me, I’ll rise again and again.