1 november Pont-a-Mousson

The road ahead is empty. It's played, with miles of the unknown. 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 shouldn't be surprised when on arrival, The dream has flown away, And fear is not here to stay. The road ahead never gives away the promise. The road ahead is a highway or a dead end stream, A dead end stream. Raindrops on your windscreen, They fall, from heaven or from hell. You drive into the light, or into darkness, With certainty as your guide. The road ahead never gives away the 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 unknow ahead of you. The road ahead is empty. It's plaved with miles of the unknown. Whatever seems to be your destination, Take life it comes, take life the way it is. Group; City to city