James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
James Keelaghan
Somewhere ahead when our wheels have stopped rolling
When the tires bite the gravel and the traveling's through
Somewhere ahead there'll be clean sheets and linens
Somewhere ahead there is rest and there's you
Somewhere behind many thousands of miles now
Our work and our friends, the faces were new
Somewhere behind in this circular world, love
Somewhere behind there was rest and was you
Somewhere uncharted lost in the darkness
The headlights roll by and the cars push on through
Somewhere uncharted close to the border
Somewhere, in fact, there is rest and there's you
Somewhere ahead when our wheels have stopped rolling
When the tires bite the gravel and the traveling's through
Somewhere ahead there'll be clean sheets and linens
Somewhere ahead there is rest and there's you
Somewhere ahead there is rest and there's you