We were driving Past the fields of grass and oats Could it get any better? Well I don't know Built a life here On the shore of a rocky coast The feeling is heavy To call this home But we're coming around We won't wander if our feet come off the ground Surrounded by the crowd A thousand voices yet mine won't make a sound But one day we'll find we make it out To a place where lost is found We were dreaming Stuck in a world that we called our own We visited cities and towns and buildings fallen down To find our way about But there was beauty we never saw here All the lives were lived and lost before we knew Something inside begged for something new Well we gotta make it through and find a different view 'Cause we're coming around We won't wander if our feet come off the ground Surrounded by the crowd A thousand voices yet mine won't make a sound And one day we'll find we make it out To a place where lost is found We're coming around We won't wander if our feet come off the ground Surrounded by the crowd A thousand voices yet mine won't make a sound And one day we'll find we make it out To a place where lost is found