And then you think


And then you think that you don't know where the sun hides after sunset
And that you still don't know how much you have to drink to be stupid
And you don't remember when your last war started
And you don't realize how far you've come on this earth

And then you think that everything is wrong and that there is a conspiracy behind it
And you look at the old dream you look at the world it's all broken
And reflect on that tear that falls while listening to the song
And you remember those leaves that you knocked off by shaking your stick

And then you think that the journey is more important than arriving
And you don't know what saint is today you don't know the day who knows I should know
And I don't know anything about wines, whiskeys, rums, nor about women, football and money
And I don't remember where I put the books, the records, the wishes and my papers

And then you think at the end of the day who knows what is really necessary
What I collected what I gave what I leave what I want how much I'm worth
I don't remember exactly, I don't remember how many times I saw the sea
I don't remember with whom but that's certainly where I want to return