Motorway

Oh the hands of time won't stop for me

And I've asked a thousand hundred times

And my mouth won't do what my mind is ordering.

Well you've said that I'm,that I'm still quite young

Then why am I feeling old

And the days are passing by with a hurry inside

Laaaaa dirara ra riraaaaaaaa

Laaaaa dirara rariraaaa

And the guy above who I don't believe

And they're telling me that he can't hear me

Well I can't see any change in my routine

And the memories taking place in me

Feeling like a guitar string

And it sounds so,so...so out of tune

Laaaaa dirara ra riraaaaaaaa

Laaaaa dirara rariraaaa-aaaa

The hands of time won't rough for me

And I've asked a thousand hundred times

And my mind won't do what my mouth is ordering

Well you've said that I'm,that I'm no too old

Then why am I feeling young

And the days won't ever ever ever pass

Laaaaa dirara ra riraaaaaaaa

Laaaaa dirara rariraaaa-aaaa..