30/09/2009

going with wind


Someone said life is for the taking

Here I am with my hand out waiting for a ride

Ive been living on my great expectations

What good is it when Im stranded here

And the world just passess by

Where are the signs to help me get out of this place

If I should stumble on my moment in time,

How will I know

If the storys written on my face, does it show

Am I strong enough to walk on water

Smart enough to come in out of the rain

Or am I a fool going where the wind blows

Here I sit halfway to somewhere

Thinking about whats in front of me and

What I left behind

On my own, supposed to be so easy

Is this what Ive been after

Or have I lost my mind

Maybe this is my chance coming to take me away

If I should stumble on my moment in time,

How will I know

If the storys written on my face, does it show

Am I strong enough to walk on water

Smart enough to come in out of the rain

Or am I a fool going where the wind blows

Here I am walking naked through the world

Taking up space, societys child

Make room for me, make room for me,

Make room for me

Am I strong enough to walk on water

Smart enough to come in out of the rain

Or am I a fool

Going where the wind blows


4 comentários:

O Magnifico Gino disse...

Eu gosto mais da expressão "going with the pigs"...

francis disse...

or...

Seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janey was lovely she was the queen of my nights
There in darkness with the radio playin low
And the secrets that we shared, mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
Til there was nothin left to burn and nothin left to prove

And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then

Against the wind
We were runnin against the wind
We were young and strong we were runnin against the wind

And the years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
Found myself further and further from my home and I
Guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was livin to run and runnin to live
Never worried about payin or even how much I owe

Movin' eight miles a minute and for months at a time
Breakin all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searchin
Searchin for shelter again and again

Against the wind
Little somethin against the wind
I found myself seekin shelter against the wind

Well those drifters days are past me now
I've got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out

Against the wind
I'm still runnin against the wind
I'm older now but still runnin against the wind

Well I'm older now but still runnin against the wind
Against the wind
Against the wind
Still runnin
Against the wind
Against the wind
Against the wind...

me. disse...

Boas correntes...de ar!

loirices disse...

Gino e não cheira mal?


Francis ou isso também, very apt :)


me. refrescantes :)