Music: Mario Andreu
I should´ve paid more attention when I was at college
And learn all the things I remember I didn't wanna learn
I have been told I was not making a good decision
But good choices don't usually lead to good stories to tell
I should've looked at the future while I was walking
And rent my life at a price I could never afford
Money lasts less than the white bright trail of a comet
And gold rarely ends up in the hands of those who need it most
I may not write the letter
Where I tell you in what I've become
Till I die or getting lost in the dark
I'll be walking by the long way home
A child must die to let a young man become an adult
And dreamers are killed by their dreams that will never come true
There's something wrong in the weather this Sunday morning
When I felt the snow falling on me in the middle of June
Do you remember the nights when we slept in the garden?
And all we were worried about was a howl in the woods
I'll stay awake till the sun rises among the mountains
Or the night last for good and the moon falls strain my head
I may not write the letter
Where I tell you in what I´ve become
Till I die or getting lost in the dark
I'll be walking by the long way home