whom am i gonna be? what will i look like?
am i gonna drive or continue to hitch-hike?
how much older can i get?
or how many things are there going to be that i regret?
all i know is present which's all right,
all i care about is this beautiful faithful night.
all others live in the future or the past,
all the memories or dreams are surely going to be lost or last...
is it okay to question yourself about the future?
or you just got to drink and sleep at your furniture..
do you really have to study, work and enslave?
or can you live a real life in a cold-stoned, small cave?
do you really think that you're the one?
or you're still as white as another swan...
what will it cost to get there and shine?
do you think you can take this pain of mine...?
