QUITE MAD
(©Lorenzo Romagnoli)

When you see at the end time of freedom
When you reach on your bed time of lyin'
In the shape of an old desperation
A romance will go like this

CHORUS:
How much I love this country, how much I love this road
How much I love you darling
And my brain falls to pieces over you

Yes I have plenty of time for decisions
But don't have not today wings for flying
There's for me in this world just a vision
Of a band singin' like this

CHORUS

Just today I packed my bag for a travel
And I want to come back without crying
With these words in my mouth as in prison
And in your arms I'll sing like this

CHORUS