This Is How a Road Gets Made

This is how a road gets made
Somebody walked on a virgin land
Someone else saw their tracks
And followed them, leaving a path
It seemed as though I were looking down the hill when I first saw it
But as I walked on, I realised I was going up

Somebody whistled behind
And turning round, they seemed far below
Then I came to where there had been a fire
And was shaded from the sun by trees
Figure of eight, it's our year, it always was

Credentials
Made of earth
Drinks water
Breathes air
Makes fire



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Rhodes, Simon Le Bon, John Taylor
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