The Hanged Man & The Fool

Here I am aboard a plane
 One-way ticket in hand
 Soon I'll land in a better land
 With my guitar and my suitcase
 Nothing holds for me in my hometown anymore
 It never did anyway, it never will I'm sure
 I know there will be no one
 Waiting at the kiss-and-ride
 I'm travelling on my own no one by my side
 The road is surely long
 But alone I go on
 There's no way back home when you roll a stone
 My hopes have been sown
 My dreams have been windblown
 The rain poured down, the sun shone
 Will I ever see them grown
 Every risk is worth trying to be the first when you're the last
 I'm so thirsty, hungry,
 Hunger for first, want a fest, want it fast
 There will be so many towns
 Coaches train stations
 I'll go singing my songs and my name will be known
 To me dying unknown, it's like never being born
 The songs that I strum
 I wanna hear them hummed
 For long time to come
 I'll take life as it comes
 Living each day one by one
 Will I be on a roll or will I fail to cope?
 Roll on gold, roll on
 I waited long enough
 You try and try to reach the top
 But you're on a downward slope
 Before you have enjoyed the warm light of the sun
 You can't avoid the flipside
 A night dark and cold
 I know I'm still young
 But soon I'll be in a box
 Buried in the ground with my skull and my bones
 Worm food and gone