Okay, I’ve still got time, but how much?
I’m no longer writing these songs alone in my room
This is real, this is work
What feeds me and will retire my parents (Keep doubting)
Day by day, nothing changes, but nothing’s the same when I look back (Word)
And I’m still here, writing you these things you’ll never hear
Or who knows, maybe you think of me too when you’re alone in your hotel
Maybe you hear me on the radio and wonder: Who’s that?
Out of pure pride, because you know I’m still yours
Uh-uh-uh-uh
ATP, ATP, ATP, ATP
Uh-uh-uh-uh
ATP, ATP, ATP, ATP, ATP
These paths in life pull us apart and stretch on
I hope you get everything you used to tell me about
I hope they treat you kindly wherever you work
I hope the one who waits for you at home treats you well
I feel it, yeah, my heart recites these words in silence
Like the wind, uh, and I dream they brush your cheek and let you know: I’m still thinking of you