And again my company keep people who wash and cleen the streets,
i talk about their children and wives, i ask for cigarette or a drink,
they don't ask why i roam,they only pitty my lack of sleep.
My head keeps pounding like a hammer on the wall,
you've gone too long in search for your dreams.
Everyone knows why i take long stroles,
and why i do not dare to even wink.
What if you decided to come back,
and  you passed me over,
just because i
  blinked
?