You were on the streets wandering stranger
Alone in the town trying find a place to roam
The oldies are playing so far on the radio
And the sun that is burning above you is guiding your trace
Tumble around no place
Lost in a consequence
Hook in excuses that never will pay
You’re the man in the mirror
Saving the child you were
Looking for happyness you will be free yeah
The buildings are passing along in the highway
The summer is burning the asphalt again
Strange in a city that never receive you
You’re an alien so lost into houses of your own town
Lost in a consequence
Trying to drive your way
A lightning blinds you remembering all
You’re the man in the mirror
Saving the good you were
Looking for happyness you will be free yeah
© Words & Music by Ian Lints
