Tekst
Running round, nowhere to go
What's that sound? Go with the flow
The feeling is good, the feeling is nice
Just like it should be
Nice
Badabababa
Badabababa
Badabababa
The times they are a changing
I heard a young man sing
But what about my life?
Beyond the desert mountain
That stands before me
There's must be the land of the free
I've been climbing a lifetime
Of bitter pills and pain
But no one would hear my complain
Badabababa
Badabababa
Badabababa
Where am I supposed to go?
I got my bag and a street to roam
Once you're being pushed around
You start to notice life's a roundabout
Beyond the desert mountain
That stands before me
There's must be the land of the free
I've been climbing a lifetime
Of bitter pills and pain
But no one would hear my complain
Badabababa
Badabababa
Badabababa
Badabababa
Badabababa
Badabababa
Running round, nowhere to go
What's that sound? Go with the flow
The feeling is good, the feeling is nice
Just like it should be
Nice
Badabababa
Nice
Badabababa
Nice
Badabababa
Nice