A little girl
walking along on the crowded street
always stare down, she's got her own thought
nevermind about the honk of the buses blowing, torn the air
for the taxi driver waving his hand
looking for passangers
she just listened to her mind,
when is it gonna be over?
Facing the days full of grieving
and when she got home,
feel the journey has stopped
she cannot find the real voice
in the place where people call it home

I'm gonna away,
run to the green of the mountain
I'm gonna away,
come to the blue of the seashore
I'm gonna away,
fly to the skx that shinning blue
I'm gonna away,
away from here