gone, play on

this never ending song is scratching, scratching my brain, like a vinyl in desire, this never ending thought is coming and is gone, it's traveling on a plane on my way. and in a highway too, as if i speak for you and i say, that you did those things i did in the past, it's true in a truck i do, keep your stuff in my pocket, just like i did with the days we flew. this never ending song is coming and is gone, it's traveling on a plane on my way. gone, play on.