Sightseeing

Walk any road to see every corner
Breathe in the air, feeling the limelight and not alone
Just my steps to measure time and space
Laugh around and wishin' night to come

Bright lights and signs saying life is on
A different language so I can hide
What is the shape I see reflected there
In this glass of good wine?

My blurred face inside the border
Out of it the boundless backdrop
The line is thin, what side are you on?
I sway on the brink of unreality

8 in the morning I get in my car
Creepin' tired of a new day just begun
Turn on the radio same old news
Hit the road you gotta queue up right in time

Sleepy soldiers this is our march
but every step is taking half an hour
If I could fly over this line
I'd clearly see us in our cans, one by one

Is there anything wise in this rush hour?

And everyone has got his story to tell
Low wage, bad cold, high rents, new mobile
Like thousand poultry diamonds shine
In an undistinguished mass, that is why

We're eager to redeem ourselves in the calmness of our car
Cryin' out loud, loud, like talk shows

Where you can't catch anything, no, just a rush hour

I can't wait the end of day to pour it out
This belt is getting on my nerves, I can't stand these traffic lights
And even if it may be senseless I don't mind
I will leave my door wide open and start walkin' down the

Grass
On my way home
Gettin' rid of all the shit that crowds our minds
I just made it! I'm leaving all this mess behind
Run away, I feel free anyhow, anyhow, anyhow

I claim that I'm free but I must backtrack my car in the line
And I see so much rage in the ones who shout their own truth
And so did I
It's so unkind seeing our energies funnelled in this rush hour

The story failed in its aim to go beyond
Is there any chance to make it? I can't manage to go on
And also I while writin' up the song
I can't do anything but wonder, wonder, wonder

A fucking dreamer
An old man tired
A trader in hopes
All revolutions I couldn't start

Ruthless careerist
A loving father
Sex and money
And win by coming from behind

Chances left
And baby's eyes
Burn my past
So dull or blind or.. shit! I don't mind

Follow through
This borderline
Fading frames that run over my eyes while sightseeing

And blinding lights that show them
On a journey to take all around
And then come back
Sightseeing