I’ve set my feet in the street of hope,
in the city of destiny,
my deepest sympathy, I know;
I cannot stay. I have to go,
have to explore, have to look for
some place I don’t feel threatened,
I don’t get controlled,
Some place elsewhere than here.
I walk and ignore.
There’s this lonely girl, only fifteen years old,
she is drunk has no coat, steps alone through the cold.
She is trying to find home, takes the road she’s been told,
then when crossing the lanes, it happens she falls.
Chorus:
Will we ever know what would have been, if we had
looked the wrong way - the right time (and seen it coming)?
Will we ever know what could have been different if,
one of us had been around?
I’ve set my feet in the street of hope, in the city of destiny.
I hear the symphony of hope,
singing in every home.
I have to go, I need to be alone,
make it on my own.
All roads lead to Rome, all boats have seen storms,
I say goodbye and I – face the unknown.
There’s this grey old man, he is starring at me,
a bottle in his hand, which is shaking I see.
He is begging for coins, he’s been long unemployed,
from his skin I can see all the drugs he’s enjoyed.
Chorus:
Will we ever know what would have been, if we had
looked the wrong way - the right time (and seen it coming)?
Will we ever know what could have been different if,
one of us had been around?
Heaven is there where your heart wants to be,
as you walk here on this street.
Nevertheless, where the light cannot reach,
there you will find me.
I’ve set my feet in the street of hope in the city of destiny,
long gone (is) all sympathy. I’m off, off to another town. |
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