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Lyrics:
Rewind the clock, we were
Riding a wave of Oz rock, we were
B-barely of age to take charge
Or pack our guitars for the long flight
She’ll be right
No cash or plan, we were
Criss-crossin’ the States in some van, we were
C-cookin’ up beans on the block
While the motor was hot
Something’s gonna blow
Let’s get to the show
Give us half an inch, we’ll be tackin’ on a mile
Give us a half stage, we’ll start up a rampage
Put on your backpack
Throw out your roadmap
God’ll use anything
Check it and see
He’s giving us more
Than we ever could ask for
That’s the way we roll
‘Cause we’ve been set free
That’s the way we roll
‘Cause we’ve been set free
Reset the stage, we were
Out rattlin’ the cage with each show, we were
Out hawkin’ our shirts for more lights
‘Til Shine hit the brights
And we saw your faces
And we got new bassists
The good and the lame, we were
Spinnin’ our drums like a dial, we were
Blowin’ up domes from a pile
It worked for awhile
If yours didn’t rise
We apologize
All we’ve got to give is a God-given drive
He keeps us movin’, He keeps on provin’
Lighten up
We’ll lighten up the load at the starting gate
We’ll lighten up the load to a fighting Weight
We’ll light up the road, come on
Kiss your mama goodbye
We gotta fly
written by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor, Jeff Frankenstein, Stuart Garrard
Behind the Song:
'The song talks about the old days when we sold everything to come to the States and tour in a van that didn't always get us to the next gig. It's about those times when you drive 800 miles to play your heart out in a tiny place for 12 people, two of whom are your parents. Sometimes we'd have to dumpster dive, and we couldn't quit because we didn't even have the finances to get back home. It's the idea that it's a long way to the top if you want to rock 'n' roll. At the same time, the song is about God's providence and encouraging others to step out and live life to the fullest because time goes by too fast.' - Peter Furler (Newsboys)
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