We're marchin' on Right, right, right, right, left There's so many wars we fought There's so many things we're not But with what we have I promise you that For all of the plans we made There isn't a flag I'd wave Don't care where we've been

Oh my darling, oh my love The things that we are made of I remember driving down the rutted roads late at night Following the summer moon, bright as any pair of headlights I felt the air on my face and the night pressed inside my palm A moment captured