Passageiro

How many times was I the last to close the door?
How many times, tired, I barely arrived and turned right back?
How many times did the world take the candy from my hand, grinning?
How many times, even dirty, I ended up playing it straight?

Yeah, when life hits hard
I get dizzy, I lose my way
Where am I gonna end up?
I’m just a passenger
And my script
Is a never-ending drama
A comedy or something like that
Whoever reads it, will laugh
Or will cry
It’s not up to me

How many times was I the last to close the door?
How many times, tired, I barely arrived and turned right back?
How many times did the world take the candy from my hand, grinning?
How many times, even dirty, I ended up playing it straight?