Sure, innocence is lost
Illusions are lying in the dirt
Over which we flew with pride -
For decades and without luggage.
Kamikaze, who never die,
On every tight rope without a net,
Free from giddiness and without nerves,
In case of doubt set back to zero
And when it got narrow like now, we are
Completely aimless,
Only by gut feeling and without a plan
Just going somewhere - " Just
Away from here as long as we can!"
Benjamin, how is Broadway?
Evely, how much is Paris?
Ziggy, are you still drawing like Hockney?
No idea of your whereabouts.
That thing with Max really was a deep hit,
That something similar happens to one of us!
Who would want to know who is the last one laughing?
And Nathalie, how are you doing?
You still have my "Some Girls"!
Completely aimless,
Only by gut feeling and without a plan
Just going somewhere - " Just
Away from here as long as we can!"