one more time
I've looked at the sky
and I've wondered
what I'm doing here
piled up smoke and brick clouds
police and ambulance sirens
how many times
I must have thought the same
I'm leaving tomorrow
but tomorrow never comes...
maybe I'm waiting
for the suitable girl
maybe I'm waiting
for the suitable day
but the thing is that tomorrow
never comes and in the meantime,
I'm still here
in the city