When i come in my dream to a house i've never seen before,

I have a tendency to look for the exit door.

'cause i never know it may be that house again,

I never know, i never know.



When i come in my mind to a stream that's running gently,

I have a tendency to run like a frightened deer.

'cause i never know it may take me to that ocean again,

I never know, i never know.



I usually stay away from being carried away,

But one day i saw a silver horse.

I though he might take me to that somewhere high,

I thought he might take me to that deep blue sky.



I came to realize that the horse had no wings.

"no wings, well, it wasn't so bad, you know."



I learnt to travel the world around

And run on the ground in the morning.

And that's the story of a wandering soul,

A story of a dreamer.


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