[00:32.41]‘Where next should I go?’
[00:34.63]I ask myself
[00:39.25]One thing I certainly hold
[00:42.43]There is no home
[00:45.67]
[00:46.90]In the sauna with different other souls
[00:50.77]I speak a language no one else knows
[00:55.08]My voice quite low
[00:59.42]Purposely so
[01:01.49]
[01:02.18]The trip goes on without a terminal
[01:06.01]To places that grow or dwindle
[01:09.68]Where folks young or old  
[01:13.68]Have their stories often yet never told
[01:19.18]
[02:45.15]All the people going somewhere in heat or cold
[02:53.37]On the trains, on the ships, on the decorated personal vehicles
[03:01.15]Are waiting for a whistle to blow
[03:07.74]In the real thin air or a simulated role
[03:16.16]
[03:16.69]Around the corner in the artificial tide 
[03:21.96]Someone sings a song about another day in life
[03:28.01]Routines I have witnessed with my own eyes
[03:36.28]None of which mine 
[03:39.79]
[04:10.33]From the concrete jungle where hopes and dreams die
[04:15.32]To the lonely northern monument covered in ice
[04:20.29]In the silent alley in decay stuck in time
[04:24.16]Between the rails and rails cut off by the keep out signs
[04:29.45]Off the reflective glass walls lit by the neon lights
[04:34.54]Amidst the snowstorm with lorries at roadsides
[04:39.51]Under the memorial tents singing Irene goodnight 
[04:44.61]There's a ghost passing by
[04:48.63]
[06:05.38]Random footprints scatter
[06:08.04]Over the imaginary hills and far away
[06:13.16]Visualised memories of all the journeys
[06:17.16]Etched into my skin and bones 
[06:20.61]
[06:21.08]Rearranged faces from the past
[06:24.66]Orient towards a new crossroad
[06:28.93]Visions of the future destinations
[06:31.70]Emerge to remind I’ll be a
[06:34.41]Rover till I die
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