Thousand sleeves falling down at the edge of the road I’m driving my car far away I’m wasting asphalt and oil too many time eating lies and I want vomit everything who’ll stop my feet But so hard falls the rain tonight and is too late for back again pouring rain in a tired world…
Now I don’t feel me strong enough to bear this time, protect me lord yes I know, you can everything Empty streets and stormy skies the winter comes inside July but I know we can still arise And every new note will be a prayer and every new prayer will be a hope and when…
Tired… sitting on the floor with his hands on the knees the old man is watching the clouds with an smile on his mouth How far blows the wind? How far blows the wind? How far blows the wind? How far blows the wind? The news… bad words in a paper such a chill on…
Here I go out to see again the sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air Gulls in the sky and in my blue eyes you know it feels unfair there’s magic everywhere Look at me standing here on my own again up straight in the sunshine No need to run and hide…
He was a lorry driver, Riding far way from home Sleeping in the ditches Feeling freedom in a truck He leaves a wife and children When the company failed out With promises of better times he left the oldest town He’s running down,down, down Running down,down, down, He’s running down, and take it calm… And…
