Run.

Somebody told me something.

And that something is that you are cryin'

why darlin'?

why're you crying?

A few weeks ago somebody told me you were in love

were you?

were you or was it an ilussion of a passionate heart?

Your mother is worried,

you never came home early, she says you keep traveling in other worlds...

are those better worlds?

are they worth?

Your father instead, is forgetting you, 

he says you should go, that the trip is waiting

that the road is hopin' for someone, 

and that that someone is you.

Your brother misses you, he wants to play again.

I told him you were not a child anymore,

that you have to experience other stuff; he accepted it.

Now me, I recognize everything you've done,

everything you've lost and I just want and have to say: