Tomato

Without rules I'm going to leave for the next city
Where everyone walks on the roads with drooping shoulders, like me
Red lights indicate the path of the weak

Tomorrow, tomorrow will be our chance

It's hard to be inside someone, to be anything but yourself
So we believe in past lives, karma
Where would we be a fruit without confusion

Take your things and in your backpack just carry your heart
Walk miles and someplace will become your home
You can go anywhere in the world by walking

Time is the only distance
Time is the only distance
Time is the only distance
Time is the only distance