| Driving home From work
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| Another day from 9 to 5
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| Another traffic jam will soon be killing me
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| My telephone keeps ringing wild
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| While i try to find some peace and silence
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| And i imagine what my life could be
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| Why do i not open my mouth and tell the i fell inside
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| I think it’s time to free my mind
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| What if i’d run, what if i’d hide
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| What if i’d leave this world behind
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| Before another days goes by
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| What if i’d think
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| What would i chose if there is nothing left to lose
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| This life’s too short to waste my time until the day i die
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| I tell myself i’m strong enough
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| And tough enough to bear this cross
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| Hoping that my hurtind back won’t break
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| But as soon as i start thinking about
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| The sense of life i’m sure it’s not my destiny to make my body ache
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| Why do i not breal this chains that bind me
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| And do just what i need to do
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| They can tell that i’m a fool
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| What if i’d run, what if i’d hide
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| What if i’d leave this world behind
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| Before another days goes by |