Astray on abroad and there is no one to call.
is there a right road when you are tired of it all?
And there is no notion of what remain of the day,
so you search for a sign, 'cause you're lost on the trail.

But the routine of the day left you out of board,
time passes on, and there is no way back on,
and the same story repeats as yesterday,
so you hope the sun would shine on today.

And you wait day after day for something to change,
and you listen what everyone has to say.
Is the same old song and scribbled notes,
too much paper without words.

And I ask myself, if one day all this will end,
i'm laying on bed with the same nightmares,
counting the hours that make up a dull day,
same thoughts in my head, old habits on tray.

Everything goes on and you are the same as before,
you want to catch up but the minutes have fly,
so you run and run, but the clock is still on your back,
and the costumers of time never seem to realized.
Until, one day, by surprise, your life has passed by,
and you are way too old to buy more of time.