This Trip

Not so long ago i said
Mom, i gotta leave this place
Not far from here there’s another one made of gold
I gotta reach before i am too old
Then i left with nothing but a dream
And from that day i’ve been roaming
I feel this heat under my skin
I know my heart is in a hurry

I swallow the dust on the road
I barely sleep
I pledge my body and soul
I live in this trip

A true friend is hard to find
I’m lucky to have some by my side
Lost count of the days i spent looking for
A sign to show me that i’d walk thru the right door

And when i leave i know what it means
I know where i should go
Still i roam, my senses clean
And that’s all i know

I swallow the dust on the road
I barely sleep
I pledge my body and soul
I live in this trip
If you wanna judge me let go
You could be me
Just search deep in your soul
And maybe you’ll see