Vyacheslav Plekhanov - Another Day

Another day speeding up the pace Roadways starting up the race A rivalry where nobody comes in first The finish line keeps on fading Streets loud, crowded and rushing Disappointment congesting and splashing Out of constantly weary minds It’s like nothing ever changes Legs marching where they don’t want to Dreams crashing never to come true In all of this you try not to lose yourself Do you even remember your name? I must confess This kind of mess Is more complicated than it seemed to be But I know that Nobody said Finding my way would be an easy thing Another day speeding up the pace Roadways starting up that race A rivalry where nobody comes in first Do you dream of escaping?