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Board a fast plane,
And never look their way.
We leave all of our fear,
All their warnings,
And all that’s worn and frayed.

All we save is hope for better days.
It’s all we have, hope for better days.
It’s all we have. It’s all we need.

And when those lights appear,
When we crest the hill,
The city in our eyes.
Hand upon the wheel,
And the pedal down,
and everything alive.
And through the evening sky, I hear them say.

It’s on its way, hope for better days. It’s almost here.
So sing for me now. And I will sing for you.

And throwing your arm over my shoulder,
Believe me we pulled one over.
Leaving their world far behind,
and now the lights are shining.

So sing for me now. And I will sing for you.

Board a fast plane,
And never look their way.