On the bend we turn again,

into horizons sun,

watching it set across the sky,

into a world of murder and mystery,

We set forth again,

from destination to destination,

never ending journey ahead of us,

as we turn again,

Into the dawn on Eastern Coast,

journey long and hard,

dangerous even, crossing the land,

great King Pin after us,

Again moving forward,

our path endangers us,

fleeing hench men, firing guns,

jumping, with faith, boat catching us.