My goin' has nothing to do with you
I'm planning a
Some destination
A footstep in the sand
Some indication
A truth to understand
I said that I felt jailed up
As if our doors
Today I was gonna conquer the world
Go on ahead and
One more time
Play it again before you put your guitar
First one in the city
Wearin' all those grass stained jeans
Nothing
People who have bad times
Write hard luck songs
But when their
My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette
I was his foreigner
And he was mine
We ate on terraces
And
And I'm so high
I can't go on
Oh but I
Can sing
