Alla Fine Di Un Lavoro

I'm here, looking for a yes:
end of work, what are you doing tomorrow,
once again and how many who knows
tonight I'll go home, tonight I feel like it.
But I know I won't sleep,
all night long two thousand ideas,
like the first day of some years ago
I'll search alone for the same truths.
We used to travel smiling
and there was always someone who fell asleep after a while
and pretend nothing happened
if someone then spread out a bit more.
But how much fog there is
and how much time has passed for me;
then my mind changes something is wrong,
but I know a part of me stayed there.
There's always someone asking me:
what do you think of your old friends,
but there's never an answer.

Then off, there's no time
now I'm alone and driving by myself,
who knows if my woman is already asleep
while I smoke slowly, what time is it now.
Soon I'll be at my home
and an old record will keep me company;
maybe now they're talking about me
those who were next to me are no longer there.
We used to sing smiling
and we ended up talking about her too
she who wet with tears
the shoulder of those who stopped a bit longer.
And there was always among us
someone who had lost their heart in some city;
how many stories, how many songs for us:
the memory that goes on doesn't stop.
And every time it's the same:
when a job ends you feel a bit down.

A bit of madness runs in the veins,
but this strange life is really mine.