Sitting on a bench
Down the bus station
I go
There I watch the birds fly away
People walk without a dream
Cats jump from the trees
Leaves will bring the wind
Earth will find a way
And I go
Sitting on a bench
On a quiet afternoon
Soon will be nighttime
People will close their doors
And the night will rest their souls
And I go
Far away from me
There is a girl who often looks
A dog insists on barking
A flower will catch the moon
When the last car passes by
And the last poor man arrives
Through the singing flashing stars
And I go
Oh Lord, where am I
I could feel my feet forever
Stuck in the dirty mud
Where not even ants dare walk
Where I am only me
Where else could I be
I think of all the things
I have done in my life
My fate is like the wind
It screams right inside my ears
I go
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