My luggage is heavy, my heart too
A grey taxi is waiting beyond the glass door
There is an other traveller in front of the entrance
Looking at the sign „room for rent“
I‘ve paid the bill, gave more than I should‘ve
I didn’t have time to call you, so I just left a message:
Look, look at the sky
Maybe you‘ll see my plane flying into a cloud
Look, look at the sky
I‘ve never been alone either, they wait for me at a place far away
I’m getting home tonight
My place is there where the wind blows
I‘ve been raised by the street, the square was our home
The walls were our shelter and the winter was long
I was waiting for the rising sun, living bold
I‘ve paid the bill, didn’t give any more
Maybe I‘ll come back for you but I don’t want to lie anymore
Look, look at the sky
Maybe you‘ll see my plane flying into a cloud
Look, look at the sky
I‘ve never been alone neither, they wait for me at a place far away
I’m getting home tonight