In a grey and empty wasteland,
a rusty car with engine on,
stands and waits for its last run,
before its spirit has to go,
wind whistles in it's holes,
plays sad and longing song,
reminds: when engine stalls,
prepare to say "so long".
In a grey and empty wasteland,
a rusty car with engine on,
stands and waits for its last run,
before its spirit has to go,
wind whistles in it's holes,
plays sad and longing song,
reminds: when engine stalls,
prepare to say "so long".