Travelling...

  

I’m travelling on the same road again,

I’m doing it all again,

And I just don’t understand,

I just can’t.

I’m standing for my own rights,

Buying all my old fights,

Am I am, what I am,

Or I ain’t

I’m speeding on to thirty-nine,

While you stood on twenty-four,

I couldn’t miss you more,

I just can’t.

And you know what I don’t know,

How it feels to have your life taken away,

And you know, now you know,

That all the crossroads will just lead me back the same way…

I’m sailing round the world again,

I’m crossing seven seas again,

Be still my guiding light,

Be my sight.

I’m growing old everyday,

And I never found my way…

You were just so young,

So young.

And you know what I don’t know,

How it feels to have your life taken away,

And you know, now you know,

That all the crossroads will just lead me back the same way…

I am travelling

I am standing

I am speeding on

I am sailing

I am growing old, and you were so young

I am growing old, and you were so young

                                                                                              Filipe Santos

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