The summer evening is heavy in my face
but the breeze blows things off my shoulder
I didn't even know were there
Behind the door I just closed for good
they stare at the multi-colored flickering
There is more world in front of me
Shall I walk all the way to you?
How many days per one thousand miles?
Pondering and walking determinedly
Nobody has a clue what am I smiling about
Maybe I seem mysterious
Wait will they miss me?
When will they even notice?

I'm back at the door again
I'm a good boy
I don't smoke