time runs low..
like a distant petrol station
under the free-wheeling sun-
i am getting old and slow..

but in the filling station i know:
there play my favorite songs
there is free air..sss..
there are free m and m´s..

love grows..!
(i have to buy sun glasses..)
i look in the mirror..
fare thee well care..

fare thee well tribulation!
ah,look at all the crisps..
we must leave
we must go..