| We’re on the great migration |
| I can feel the westward move |
| There’s a quiver in the grasslands |
| There’s a thundering of hooves |
| For all the time it’s taken |
| For all the nights we’ve cried |
| We’re on the great migration |
| Gonna leave it all behind |
| And all these thoughts and all these dreams |
| Running wild, alive in me |
| On our Serengeti |
| We can open up our big sky |
| And ride the Masai lands |
| We can strip away the ways we were |
| In the acacia and the sand |
| Cause the rains are gonna fall now |
| Quench our longing and our thirst |
| And the lion heart that left us |
| Gonna bring us back to earth |
| And all these thoughts and all these dreams |
| Running wild, alive in me |
| On our Serengeti |
| Our Serengeti |
| On our Serengeti |
| Well change has such a darkness |
| When you don’t know it’s what you need |
| And now we’re in the open plains |
| I feel like I can see |
| Cause the birds are gonna fly now |
| Wildebeests are gonna run |
| We’re on the great migration |
| Leaving shadows with the sun |
| And all these thoughts and all these dreams |
| Running wild, alive in me |
| Yeah, all, all these thoughts and all these dreams |
| Running wild, alive in me |
| On our Serengeti |
| On our Serengeti |
| Our Serengeti |
| Our |