Without ever asking again
Between a century and a second
And I don’t think it’s so absurd
That the world’s an instinct
About things that never happened
To live somewhere else for a while
This trip that starts on its own
That never asks me for permission
I’ll take care of everything
You’ll just have to trust a bit
On more autumnal evenings
I remember myself in a park
Saying, “show what you’re worth”
If a dream doesn’t reveal itself
Laughing at the top of their lungs
This trip that starts on its own
That never asks me for permission
I won’t take that train that
I wanna enjoy even a single minute
And on September 22nd I’ll go back to that place
I have to get up and get off
But the life of the people
And I swear I’ll reach the goal
To sing in the dead of winter
This trip that starts on its own
That never asks me for permission