The Streets (Avalanche City)

I have found the sorrow, sorrow When I feel alone, alone I need to follow, follow In the distance I hear the pulse 'Cause even with the lights gone out I know The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on It's bounding through the streets scattering the cold The marching band rolls on The marching band rolls on, rolls on We'll lead with the heart and let our heads follow We'll leave all the plans to work themselves alone I'm hearing the ways that I have left to go Oh you know it's the sound that arrests my soul 'Cause even with the lights gone out I know The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on It's bounding through the streets scattering the cold The marching band rolls on The marching band rolls on, rolls on Rolls on, rolls... The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on, rolls on The rhythm that our hearts pound out rolls on It's marching through the streets scattering the cold