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...