Wayside
Wednesday July 9th 2003, Hadsund, Denmark.
Heading silently down towards the ditch
among a forrest of flowers which
brighten with their flash of lightning
oh see how they just grow
in the wayside at the side track
feels like I’m walking on a sidewalk
passing any souls without any kinda talk
Is it here I wanna walk?
Succes is my only option now
but I can’t choose the right
so I have to stay in the light
among all the flowers pleasent smell
Can’t find a mans common well
And on the way I see
people who’s rushing through
never noticing
where they heading too oh
I slowed down and I made a hitch
It’s like I have to keep walking in the ditch
