I know you've been so busy
I saw the crowd you make
My show and no one near me
On the edge of your steps

I know you should have seen me
God knows how much i care
So proud to see you
Crushed by
By the coach of the king

And I'm sorry for you
But I search for my vagabond home
And I'm rolling, growing
Growing for what is not over at all

I saw you were so ready
Someone always says I can't get it again
But I'm always speaking what is not easy
On the edge of your shell

And I'm drowning too
And I see you're just begging for a home
Now you know it, sorry
Sorry for what is wrong and what is in dust