Day turns, into night
A street, a lonely path not wrong or right
Light keeps, us on
It guides us where we will it runs us still
In the city where we live
We are the masters of the wind
But we don’t care
But we don’t care
Through crowds of smoke and dust
Our souls with never rust
But we don’t care
But we don’t care
Long drives, cold nights
A place alone no phone to call tonight
Long drags, losing sight
No cars on the horizon, no thoughts arriving in my mind
In the city where we live
We are the masters of the wind
But we don’t care
But we don’t care
Through crowds of smoke and dust
Our souls with never rust
But we don’t care
But we don’t care
In the city where we live
We are the masters of the wind
But we don’t care
But we don’t care
Through crowds of smoke and dust
Our souls with never rust
But we don’t care
But we don’t care
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