Foreign Language
Driving down Main Street
As I pass by old tall buildings
People come to my mind
I can't help but looking at those ads
Of a foreign language
That I never cared to learn
As I turn to my right
It all seems the same way
But all in the same way
Is not ok, it's not ok, it's not ok
Are we going around the same spot?
It feels like going nowhere
As the night comes to an end
I can't help but looking at those sad eyes
That insist on selling
What you can't ever have
As I turn to my left
It all seems the same way
But all in the same way
Is not ok, it's not ok, it's not ok
Writer/s: Eric Coughanour
