Infinita Highway

You make me run too much
The risks of this highway
You make me chase
The horizon of this highway
No one around, silence in the desert
Deserted highway
We are alone and none of us
Know exactly where it will end

But we don't need to know where we're going
We just need to go
We don't want to have what we don't have
We just want to live
Without reasons, nor objectives
We are alive and that's all
It's above all the law
Of the infinite highway

When I lived and died in the city
I had nothing, nothing to fear
But I was afraid, afraid of this road
Look, see for yourself
When I lived and died in the city
I had everything, everything around me
But all I felt was that something was missing
And at night I woke up bathed in sweat

We don't want to remember what we forgot
We just want to live
We don't want to learn what we know
We don't even want to know
Without reasons, nor objectives
We are alive and that's all
We only obey the law
Of the infinite highway

Listen, girl, the wind sings a song
One that a band never sings without reason
Tell me, girl: is the road a prison?
I think so, you pretend not
But even so we won't stand still
With our heads in the clouds and our feet on the ground
"It's okay, girl, it's no use being free"
If so many people live without knowing how to live

We are alone and none of us
Know where we want to go
We are alive, without reasons
What reasons do we have to be here?
Behind hidden words
In the lines of the horizon of this highway
Silent highway

I see a trembling horizon
I have moist eyes
I could be completely wrong
I could be running in the wrong direction
But "doubt is the price of purity"
It's useless to be sure
I see signs saying
"Don't run, don't die, don't smoke"
I see signs cutting through the horizon
They look like double-edged knives

My life is as confusing as Central America
So don't accuse me of being irrational
Listen, girl, let's make a deal:
You hang up the phone if I get too abstract
I could be a Beatle, a beatnik
Or a narrow-minded person
But I'm not an actor
I'm not aimlessly by your side
So, girl, let's make a pact
Not to use the highway to make an impact

One hundred and ten, one hundred and twenty
One hundred and sixty
Just to see how long the engine holds up
In the mouth, instead of a kiss,
A mint gum
And the shadow of the smile I left
In one of the curves of the highway