First impressions - coolier, edgier but messier than Santiago.
Like New York to Chicago.
Like New York to Chicago.
Sooner or later, I'll get me off this track. Gotta do what it is that I do and then I'm - coming back. Got sun in my face, sleeping rough on the road. I'll tell you all about it, when I get home. Gonna roll up the sidewalk, I'm gonna tear up the ground. Comin' round to meet you, The long way round.