the first thousand miles on ambition stale the world of diamond smiles and a spotlight glare and no one asks where you came from or where youre going to the next ten thousand miles becomes a race and the body was never tired of the hands you have to shake and no one asks where you came from or where youre going to when every seed is sown and battles won all this froth and foam or is the best yet to come and no one asks where you came from or where are you going to