on Postcard #6 - Cologne - Deconstruction Site



I fell asleep counting shooting stars,
wished they might heal all my old scars
and when I woke there were none indeed
and nothing left to make me bleed

drive on and on, my little car, the furthest
shore is not too far. just you and me, we
need no-one except the sun to lead us on
to where the wind blows across the
planes, where time goes in a slower pace.
drive on and on and on

I fell asleep in the midday heat and
dreamt of dust and tumbleweed. my little
car, let`s hit the trail, the waiting is of no
avail. see the shadows on the rolling hills
as time goes it gives me thrills. driving on
and on and on