The world is big but what does it matter
Wide and beautiful but what does it matter
I always stay the same (and here) myself
Plains take off steeply and fast
taking me far away from my home and fast
taking me far away and yet I'm always here
I can't get away
I can't get away
Others have their secrets
I can't hear them, I can't see
Sometimes I try to adapt, open up, "Hear me out"
It's pathetic
They say: "Hard times?
Oh, couldn't tell from you"
"Are you having hard times?
Oh, couldn't tell that from you"
I sit all day next to a guy from Texas
After this trip we won't ever see each other again
He's going somewhere, I'm always here
I can't get away
Others have their secrets
I can't hear them, I can't see
Sometimes I try to adapt, open up, "Hear me out"
It's pathetic
They say: "Hard times?
Oh, couldn't tell from you"
"Are you having hard times?
Oh, couldn't tell that from you"
Others have their secrets
I can't hear them, I can't see
Sometimes I try to adapt, open up, "Hear me out"
It's pathetic
They say: "Hard times?
Oh, couldn't tell from you"
"Are you having hard times?
Oh, couldn't tell that from you"