FAR

FAR
Eduardo B. Penteado



High on the rocks
Over the cloud lies a valley
An albatross guides my way
Through the empty space
And no one will ever find
My hiding place
As long as I survive
'Til my dying day
I'll keep it away from the crowd


High on the rocks
I'm my own king in my Wonderland
Far from the noise
Far from the smog
And the hands of Man
And no one will ever find
My hiding place
As long as I survive
'Til my dying day
I'll keep it away from the crowd.