Golden Dreams

The long way to the golden town
A big touch of the rising sun
The backpack was heavy as hell
But I'm still happy, I'm feeling well
We came to a normal hotell, she said
My name's Glance and I have something to say

They shorty, shorty streets
They shorty, shorty streets

The old man asked me if I'm going too far
He invite us to ride in his car
Two-tousand miles away
Now we're here with nothing to say