I sit and watch someone else's sky through someone else's window,
And I don't see a single familiar star.
I've been down all the roads, from here to there,
I turned around but I couldn't see my footprints.
But if there's a packet of cigarettes in your pocket,
it means that things aren't so bad today.
And a ticket for a silver-winged plane,
that takes off and leaves nothing but a shadow behind.
Nobody wanted to be blamed for not having wine,
and nobody wanted to rake the coals with their hands,
without music in the world death has no beauty,
without music I don't want to disappear.
But if there's a packet of cigarettes in your pocket,
it means that things aren't so bad today.
And a ticket for a silver-winged plane,
that takes off and leaves nothing but a shadow behind.