At the end of the road
Who's to say where to go
You could start walking backwards
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow
And pretend that it's just like before
When you're going away but you don't know how far
When you're driving around in your second-hand car
When your friends in the back don't even know who you are
It is all the same
It's all the same
It's all the same difference
When you're searching for gold or something else you haven't found
Either something you hold or some place where you're bound
When you've looked where they told you
But there's no one around
It is all the same
It's all the same
It's all the same difference
