you see nothing but red lights
at this hour of the night
stuck in this beige seat so tight
with a wheel in front as guide

you do not have a choice
but to hear all the noise
that is always his voice
running like his toys

you feel like a villain
with your trick too plain
thinking without your brain
not your intention to give pain

now, you are old
and you know it's your fault
but you still hide in your vault
like a kid who likes salt

after you got "k"
your face started to turn grey
you don't want to say hey
but he is so game to play

the end might be near
and there's a drop of your tear
you do not want another beer
you do not want anything to hear

you just hope that he will be here
for a never ending year



(samber)