End of The Road (feat. Rachel Chinouriri)

It's not the end of the road We're almost home If we figure things out We can get back to the stars It's a tracksuit city To me it's kinda pretty Another Monday morning I hope that you're still warming to me In Glasgow, maybe London I hope that there's still something A leaf in every season That we're proud of every reason to be And don't you ever feel like giving it up (ooh) If you ever feel you're losing your love It's not the end of the road We're almost home If we figure things out We can get back to the stars If you take my hand And follow the plan Every woman, every man We'll get back to the stars A little goes a long way Have I run into a mistake? Or am I out of luck? (La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) Threw a pebble in a wishing well It feels way bigger when I'm by myself Or am I out of luck? (La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) Don't you ever feel like giving it up (ooh) If you ever feel you're losing your love It's not the end of the road We're almost home If we figure things out We can get back to the stars (Get back to the stars) If you take my hand And follow the plan Every woman, every man We can get back to the stars (Get back to the stars) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I just wanna get back to you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) I just wanna get back to you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) I just wanna get back to you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) It's a tracksuit city To me it's kinda pretty Another Monday morning I hope that you're still warming to me In Glasgow, maybe London I hope that there's still something A leaf in every season That we're proud of every reason to be