That the everyday doesn't interrupt
That they don't leave me without my sustenance
That the mundane doesn't trap me
If I prefer not to stay still
That they don't put me in a tight spot
For something that isn't in my hands
That they don't consume me if, as I add up
That I don't scare anybody
That the mundane doesn't trap me
If I prefer not to stay still
That they don't put me in a tight spot
For something that isn't in my hands
I'm a vagabond, always passing through
From here and there, from everyone
I have no owner, I'm not your slave
A little yours and everybody's
I'm a vagabond, always passing through
From here and there, from everyone
I have no owner, I'm not your slave
A little yours and everybody's
That the mundane doesn't trap me
If I prefer not to stay still
That they don't put me in a tight spot
For something that isn't in my hands
That the everyday doesn't interrupt