Radio
Maya De Vitry
Missing pages
Forgotten ages
The wise men
Tried to write the history of this town
Generations
Of destinations
Time
Rearranging footprints on the ground
But life is a radio
Go on, change the station
The music is playing
Even when you turn it down
Everybody’s swearing
By a different map
I’ve seen a few
Just close their eyes and run
It’s a one way road
Over a high mountain pass
Raise a glass and light a candle
For whoever you come from
Everybody has a friend
Who left for good one day
This hometown has no way
Of keeping anyone around