A little girl with red hairPlaying aroud on a bike she caresA dog barks, she falls, she wails,She might be hurt but I don’t careAnd I’m sitting there just nearbyWondering what will I think when I die?This clumsy country guy from Colorado,Getting freaking lost in New York ghettoAsking bashfully for a place to goBut I won’t take time to help you my bro.And I’m sitting there just nearbyWondering what will I think when I die?The old lady pushing her breaking trolleyCollecting plastic bottles to have just a pennyShe’s one in a million in this big cityI don’t glance at her, I don’t want to see.And I’m sitting there just nearbyWondering what will I think when I die?And I’m alone in the middle of this crowdAfraid of the dark, afraid of the empty roadI don’t have faith in what is above.I don’t have faith in any kind of love.And I’m sitting there just nearbyWondering what can I hope when I die?
excellent!
· Il y a environ 10 ans ·Celine Santran