this never ending song is scratching, scratching my brain,
like a vinyl in desire.
this never ending thought is coming and is gone.
it’s traveling on a plane, on my way.
and in a highway too, as if I speak for you and I say
that you did those things I did in the past,
and in a highway too, it's true
 it’s true in a truck I do
keep your stuff in my pocket,
just like I did with the days we flew.
this never ending thought is coming and is gone
it’s traveling on a plane on my way.
this never ending song is coming and is gone
it’s traveling on a plane on my way.
Gone, play on…
Gone, play on…
Gone, play on…
Gone, play on…
Gone, play on…
Gone, play on…
Gone, play on…

Gone, play on…