Lyrics: Caronte 2025 Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@Caronte-f1r/videos Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 Another Tuesday morning, same old clock upon the wall Counting cracks along the pavement, waiting for the evening fall The library is full of dust and books I've read before I'm dreaming of the city streets right outside that door. I got my six-string polished, got my faded denim jeans I'm done with living someone else's predetermined scenes I'm tired of explanations, I'm tired of playing along The whistle of that morning train is gonna be my song. Oh, we're taking the first train out of here! Out of here! Got no map to guide us, got no reason left to fear! Got no fear! Just you and me, baby, and my old guitar We're walking to the sun, no matter how far. The old men on the square just nod and stare into their beer They talk about the glory days that vanished year by year I don't want their silent wisdom, I don't want their sad regrets I just want a new horizon before the old sun sets. I got my six-string polished, got my faded denim jeans I'm done with living someone else's predetermined scenes I'm tired of expectations, I'm tired of playing along The whistle of that morning train is gonna be my song. Oh, we're taking the first train out of here! Out of here! Got no map to guide us, got no reason left to fear! Got no fear! Just you and me, baby, and my old guitar We're walking to the sun, no matter how far. Oh, we're taking the first train out of here! Out of here! Got no map to guide us, got no reason left to fear! Got no fear! Just you and me, baby, and my old guitar We're walking to the sun, no matter how far. We're walking to the sun, no matter how far.