Warum
Freitag, 22. September 2006, 16:03. Yaron:
He’s always somewhere all alone.
Takes every chance he gets to get away from home.
The neighbours say he’s never there.
And you’ll have a hard time trying to catch him on the phone.
Does he talk to himself out there?
Does he have anyone who cares
about what he dreams at night?
I wonder if he’s happy there.
I hope he’s getting anywhere tonight
Somewhere by the road
carrying that heavy load.
It makes me wonder if he’s happy there where things are far from home.
Is he happy there where things are I don’t know?
Warum ist es so schwer geworden aus dem Bauch heraus zu schreiben?