Pointless shoes and air
bruise fastly your hair
clock ticks my pace
wind blows my haste

mornings are always same
and i yawn without shame
all that maters is lost
just hope not to lose my voice

evenings repeat it again
boredom is what i gain
since it all will end
at least i hope
time doesnt bends

were are we from?
why are we going on?
where are we heading to?
nothing i know about this too.

where i go
matters not
were am i from
answer i cannot
all do i know is that there is a end
so lets have some fun.

were i go
really matters not
were i am from
answer i want not
all i know is
before the lady comes to my door
fun is all i am here for.