Ask me anything, I’ve got nothing to say
And I’d like to confront you, if that’s okay
We could shine and live outside
And no one would ever mind
We’ll blast the stereo
And let the road take us
Wherever it wants us to go
We’ll sing at the top of our lungs
We can read all the books and learn to speak in tongues
And I’ve got nothing to say to you anymore
I’ve told you to leave and I can show you the door
If you like, it’s really not too much trouble
And it seems we’ve run out of road
Ask me anything, if there’s anything to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem