Letra de All These Roads (feat. Zella Day and Sam Martin)

Hey babe, all of these roads Won't be covered in gold Hey babe, no looking back Clear skies are on these tracks Let's go, go down these roads We can make them our own If we lose our way I promise I will stay I don't want to wait long So pack your things, let's go The Sun is getting low We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home Hey babe, all of these roads Won't be covered in gold Hey babe, no looking back Clear skies are on these tracks Let's go, go down these roads We can make them our own If we lose our way I promise I will stay I don't want to wait long So pack your things, let's go The Sun is getting low We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home We'll find some place to call home