Vyacheslav Plekhanov Another Day

Another day speeding up the pace Roadways starting up the race A rivalry where nobody comes in first The finish line keeps on fading Streets loud, crowded and rushing Disappointment congesting and splashing Out of constantly weary minds It s like nothing ever changes Legs marching where they don t want to Dreams crashing never to come true In all of this you try not to lose yourself Do you even remember your name I must confess This kind of mess Is more complicated than it seemed to be But I know that Nobody said Finding my way would be an easy thing Another day speeding up the pace Roadways starting up that race A rivalry where nobody comes in first Do you dream of escaping