Amero-dmg

Everyday we lose everything

again & again…

Everyday we get something

again & again…

Tell no one the place you gotta go

Nobody knows the way.

And it makes you runaway

Makes you Runaway.

People come and people go

again&again…

Question come and question go

Like it goes past by me.

Tell no one the place I gotta go

Nobody knows the way.

And it makes me runaway

Makes me runaway.

Everything is movin' like a merry goaround.

Cool my heels before I lose my tears.

Everybody ask you but we don't know.

“Where're you goin'?”

“Where're you from?”

So, Where's the answer?

How many rivers do I have to cross?

Could I drop off? Could I drop off my bag?

How many rivers do I have to cross?

Where am I drifted? Where am I drifted away?