For [he] was called a young man,
[He] was also called road
Gale's journey
[He] can't remember if [he] looked behind
On the first step, steel, steel
For[he] was called a young man,
It was also called dreams
And dreams never grow old
Among so much tear gas,
They keep calm, calm
And there goes another day...
And [you] only have to count the compass
And [you] only have to count with yourself
For the flame has no candle wick
You can make a song from everything and the heart
At the river's bend...
And there goes another day...
And the Rio made of asphalt and people
Is poured down the hills,
And clogs the sidewalks
I want to see more than a million of street corners
We the people, people, people...
And there goes another day...