Texty: Eugenio Finardi. Dal Blu. Infinita Autostrada.

On and on and on
I keep livin? on the road
This hughway is becoming my home

When my baby girl was born
My wife was all alone
I was waitin? in cube to pay toll

Ma perche sembra sempre
Che tutto mi succeda
Mentre sto viaggiando
Su un?infinita autostrada

Ma perche sembra sempre
Che tutto mi succeda
Mentre sto vivendo
La mia vita su strada

Sleepin? till noon
In a motel room
But tonight I?m driving home to you
Going as fast as I can
In this traffic jam
But ther?s really nothing I can do

Eating room-service meals
Makin? shady deals
Gotta find a way to carry on

Ten more gigs
Untill I pay my bills
And soon I?ll be coming right home

Tutti i telefoni
di tutti gli alberghi
sono tutti uguali tra loro

e io ti chiamo
tutte le notti
per non sentirmi piu solo

we did the best we could
the concert was good
and everything really turned out fine

fans waiting outside
we gotta wait?n?hide
watch out they don?t eat us alive

Ma perche sembra sempre...


(Grazie a Rosanna per questo testo)