I am on the road
and I am not coming back
sweat on your forehead
hand me the cigarette
the rhytm of railroad ties
reminds me of being child
leaning out of window
with my mom
having fun
but not this time...
not this time
I am on the road
and I am not coming back
sweat on your forehead
hand me the cigarette
cause I can´t stand
this storm of hate
I am leaving my hometown
behind my back
All I´ve got!
and all I´ve done!
I leave behind!
I am on the run!
that´s why I am
on night train
I am on the road
and I am not coming back
sweat on your forehead
hand me the cigarette
