Driving, listening to the Englishman talk Speaking of virtues of all of the good things in life Waking up early, waiting for the morning to arrive But it never does, atleast not on time Travelling, Man, every movement is a trip Incongruous learning, every tired step of the way Carrying the burden, lifting your legs They're heavier than your suitcase Waiting, sterile walls are yet another home Coffee for breakfast, another hour in your zone Drowning in silence, blanketed by the passing footsteps And they never stop, at least not on time ♪ Unravelling like a pensive thought by an open shore Spent time in solitude in the company of hundreds more Mismatched smiles, greetings feel like dungeon doors A parable every time around Dreaming, I'm dreaming of a sunkissed place Earmarked postcards invite me to come over soon But what good is leaving, if you haven't settled in a while Just look ahead, just keep time