It's deep in the midnight,
I went upstairs to get some fresh air again.
It's still dark outside,
I better sober my head up by walking around in the cold.
The street I walk is dimly lit,
the paper boy passed by
and I found a lighted window,
then I cross the railroad.
I don't know where to go,
destination unknown,
but I feel so calm, I can't stop my feet,
nothing can dye my soul.
The sign of the morning,
the white slightly moon in the sky,
the smell of December,
I am what I am wherever I go.
Keep on walking,
crows fly over the town
and tell that daybreak will come soon.
A garbage truck passed by,
I am a stone on a pavement
that wishes too, to be right.
The street I walk is dimly lit,
the paper boy passed by
and I found a lighted window,
then I cross the railroad.
I don't know where to go,
destination unknown,
but I feel so calm, I can't stop my feet,
nothing can dye my soul.
The sign of the morning,
the white slightly moon in the sky,
the smell of December,
I am what I am wherever I go.
I feel so free
under the slightly moon in the sky,
the smell of December,
I am what I am wherever I go.
The sound of winter,
the sun will rise so soon,
dawn is breaking,
the first light breaks my rules,
I don't worry about things I'm going through.
I know what I am wherever I go.
Walking in this morning light,
it burns my eyes,
it's so bright and so white,
it's so bright and so white.