At the End of the Line (Live in Forfar)

Too many miles to remember the smell of the air
This place is all good but nothing can ever compare
The sun burns my skin as it pierces cerulean skies
I love this place but it's only a thin disguise

Paradise
Is wherever your people are
You're alive with the people you love
Paradise
Wherever you wander
Is waiting for you
At the end on the line

4, 000 Miles in the sky 'til the wheels hit the ground
Just 7 miles more on the road 'til I'm through the front door
It wouldn't be right if the rain wasn't drowning the stones
But I'm used to that and for sure I'm just glad to be home