Daydreaming with a broken spine
I am a traveling salesman
I am selling things that no one needs
I travel light, my only help are
These worn out shoes and a grateful smile
I am a tattooed sailor
A wind has carved deep lines in my face
I am tired of whores and I am tired of harbors
I am tired of a million different shades of blue
I am a race driver
Gasoline soaked asphalt, adrenalin and noise
A picture of my mom hanging sheets and singing
Goes through my head each time I face death
I am a coal miner
I am digging in the dark covered in the dust
Shovel in my hands, anger in my heart
Everyday again I am blinded by the sun
I am a private eye
Professional indifference, soul full of scars
I am swimming in a sea of emptiness and pain
Bottle in my desk helps me fall asleep
I am a trapeze artist
I am dancing high above the ground
I am dancing high above the lights
Above the words, above the sounds
On and on this life goes...
