Fürstenfeld

Slowly the day finds its end and the night begins
In the streets of Carinthia, someone sings Blowin' in the Wind
Wearing a green jacket, looking completely lost
And the Steffl, looking down on the poor Styrian lad

He wanted to try his luck in the big foreign city
Thought his music would put him on the fast track
Front page news
Dream shattered like soap bubbles, nothing left
Just a few coins in his guitar case

For weeks I've been standing here
For weeks I've been struggling
Playing my fingers to the bone
And even singing 'Here comes the sun'

But it's driving me crazy
No one wants to hear me sing
Slowly I've had enough
I wonder what I'm doing here

All day long the wind blows
Nothing but construction sites, no one finds anything
The city folks are a nightmare
And in the coffeehouse, you burn out

I want to go home, feel so alone here
Don't need a big world
I want to go home to Fürstenfeld

In the newspaper they wrote
There's a scene there, you have to go
What they want, let them write it
I couldn't care less about the scene

Yesterday I go to U4
A girl in a dirndl starts talking to me
Black lips, green hair
You could get scared, it's true

I want to go home, feel so alone here
Don't need a big world
I want to go home to Fürstenfeld

I'll never play in Vienna again
Vienna doesn't deserve me
I'll only play in Graz
Sinalbelkirchen and Stinatz

Don't need a belt
Don't need a ring
Just want to go back behind Semmering
Just need a little money
For the trip to Fürstenfeld

I want to go home, feel so alone here
Don't need a big world
I want to go home to Fürstenfeld