From Blair in Athol to Carolina's green and gold this way has found us
 For times to come and for time that's growing old the days roll around us
 
 And we'll drink to the wild ones to the laughter of the child ones
 To the ones who have broken away
 And we'll drink for their pleasure another Long Island measure
 And fall into another new day
 
 We wait for no-one we are howling at the moon and fate's destination
 With heads on fire we will turn another tune until dawn's restoration
 
 We may be lost we maybe can't stand still long enough to believe it
 But we share the cost and we'll wander on until it’s our time to leave it