| The early light is breaking | |
| The morning sun is waiting in the sky | |
| And I think I'm gonna break away | |
| And follow where the birds of freedom fly | |
| I need you give | |
| I need to live | |
| For the world is slowly turning | |
| And the light of love are burning | |
| In my eyes | |
| Caravans | |
| Oh, my soul is on the run | |
| Overland | |
| I am flying | |
| Caravans | |
| moving out into the sun | |
| Oh, I don't know where I'm going | |
| But I'm going | |
| Caravans | |
| Oh, my soul is on the run | |
| Overland | |
| I am flying | |
| Caravans | |
| moving out into the sun | |
| Oh, I don't know where I'm going | |
| But I'm going |