Asked, «Where are you going?»
«Somewhere far away. «
She was standing at the window
I won’t forget her face
With my suitcase and my old car
I’m driving somewhere blind
Unknown passage
Cuttin’ like a knife through the night
Asked, «Where are you going?»
«Somewhere far away. «
She was standing at the window
I won’t forget her face
With my suitcase and my old car
I’m driving somewhere blind
Unknown passage
Cuttin’ like a knife through the night