The sky is black; the night found us on the highway
Where shall we go, buried up in stardust?
Where is the man, who could tell;
Where is the road from and where to it heads?
Where I'm coming from, molten rocks replaced the city
Behind windows, stone people sky gazing
Where is the man, who could tell,
Where is the road from and where to it heads?
Where should I rush with shattered sweep?
To meet up with my runaway life once again
Where is the man, who could tell,
Where is the road from and where to it heads?