الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
I don't have the reflection,
Of anybody checking their face,
In the shade of my glasses,
One way ticket on the fast train,
And I'm solo all the way.
I could maybe read a novel,
To push away the trouble,
That sits in the pit of my tummy,
But I know that it will find me,
When I finish the last page.
An empty hand I wave goodbye,
I feel a tickle in my eye.
No I'll never, sever any time,
Tired of the journey,
