The man in the automobile doesn't feel good,
Even the cross on the Mount Royal1 can't save him anymore
His eyes are drowning, but he keeps on driving
The road is straight, but not his fate
Running far far far away, leaving the hospital
Far far far away from the noise and the pictures
The neon lights of the evening light up the party
He's stuck with his face in his head
The man in the automobile is alone,
The one he loves left far far away, too
It's the sickness which stole away
It's the sickness which stole away his life
1. This cros.