i look at the streets
the neighbours return
my smile of defeat
i move with the leaves
i shine with chrome
im almost alive
im almost at home
no one to follow
and nothing to teach
except that the goal
falls short of the reach
i look at the streets
the neighbours return
my smile of defeat
i move with the leaves
i shine with chrome
im almost alive
im almost at home
no one to follow
and nothing to teach
except that the goal
falls short of the reach