it's happened before that you dreamed of a party
but you've never been here before
everyone's watching football
and some guy is whining to you
what does that man want for heaven's sake
how do you get
how do you get away from here
and if you get away
where would you go
he keeps talking but your thoughts are wandering
so you don't know who's winning the game
while you listen to the clouds
while you listen to the wind
your diary and your sunglasses
what are they doing here
but you're lying in your own bed again
in your own fate
and suddenly all is still
an engine runs
the baby cries
a bird cries out
the day begins
and the highway whizzes
there's always something and always regrets
for all the money and all the time
on the unpaved roads
that have led you here
the mornings are white and cold
and no matter how you hold your handlebars
the wind comes through your gloves
your fingers are numb
there's always something that paralyzes you
and if it's not the weed
it's the booze or something
it keeps haunting your head
it was a long time ago, an eternity
you were riding on the Afsluitdijk*
and I don't know how you feel about it now
when you listen to the clouds
when you listen to the wind

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