Another day I’m walking by
across the hostile land
no one will hear my cry
no one would understand

another night will come along
with darkness vast and deep
cicadas start to chirp their song
no place for me to sleep

all the feelings that I feel
all the miles I crossed so far
all the wounds that never heal,
and my guitar

all emotions come to me
all the miles I see ahead
all the truth I never see
until I’m dead

where am I walking you may ask,
what's the reason what’s the task,
why am I leaving and for what,
what’s the desire that I’ve got?

where is the point where is the sense
that my trip has to commence
when am I going just to rest
am I driven or obsessed?

all the feelings that I feel
all the miles I crossed so far
all the wounds that never heal 
and my guitar 

all emotions come to me
all the miles I see ahead
all the truth I never see
until I’m dead