Looking up into a black sky from a city
The stars are gone –
Looking down, you see they were felled
by businessmen,
Who thought they could be owned

If you turn down the noise
You will see that all we have is the road
There are no endings,
And joy is in the journey

There is a heart in the city
Its yours.
Turn down the noise, the blood in your veins
Will replace the clockwork

The city is a thief
But if you close your eyes and remember
The stars will go home one by one

Your heart will stop running
As if it is all a race,
It may even actually believe,
when it reminds itself –

That joy is in the journey.