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The train has returned to motion
I walk about the sidewalk and realize
That I don't know where I'm going
But I don't really care
I care about the pictures on the wall there
To know how a guy can actually dream
Of more than what he has
Even though I'm not the normal
This gets somewhat uncomfortable for me
So much that I think the train is going to make one stop
To my original home
Like everyone's
But what if I'm one of those few
At the dark side of the gate
To be responsible for your miseries
Is something I don't think anyone ever thought about before
To much for a normal person to think about
Everybody touches the same dirty dirt
When the train stops in New York
You know you met like this lady
Who could have been excited about the city
And cursed the country where you were from
But your conscience is silent
The weight of this responsibility
Has passed over you
And you choose to be more frustrated than excited
You wash your hands with treated water
And the more clean you are
The more mistaken that you can be
I don't put any meaning to it
Because I don't want to lose my mind
And it's up for me to know
Anyway, anyway
She tries to break down, to break down, to break down
Anyway, anyway
Hard to fade out, to fade out, to fade out
Sometimes I'm carrying my conscience
And it suddenly turns around to what it is
Who had to break down, to break down, down
Welcome to common land
Welcome to a novice camp
As I turn around
Welcome to the latest plan
Welcome to a father and
As I turn around
In my glass cold brain
In our last trip frame
It gets late to pray I can't forget
In a shaking hand
In my five good friend
All I have to say
And never knew when
God I'm telling you right now
Here comes the count
Always late, always late
Is it you all in my case
Making every place
Is it you all in my case
The shine and the sea
Don't tell me about good reasons
Let me hear myself
Anyway
Tell me what's the question
Don't tell me about good reasons
Let me hear myself
Anyway
Anyway I'll bring them back
Anyway, anyway
Anyway, anyway, anyway
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