I was walking down the road
I found a lady with a heavy load
She started crying, said that life was hard
She was trying to not fall appart (She was trying justo to play her part)
Down my path I met a tired guy
His arms were raised strongly to the sky
He said he's claiming all that he had won
And he was preaching that to his son
They just think and find that life is complicated
Oh people looking and fighting hard to win their own
And so I walk and keep escaping from this jaded logic
I'll keep on walking expecting life to bring its own
I kept walking down the street
I found a friend in the bench I sit
Oh he was angry he had lost his job
He was thinking how to make it on his own
They just think and find that life is complicated
Oh people looking and fighting hard to win their own
And so I walk and keep escaping from this jaded logic
I'll keep on walking expecting life to bring its own