Tonight I'm gonna be the one Of many seekers, Who have no proper reason to go home. I'll drink my rum, Glance in the golden windows Of the bar some friend once made me know. I'm one of them who have no place to go And nobody is waiting on the corner To come and say:"Hey, you are not alone!" I always am. That is the biggest problem. This night is long. No flittering away. It's like a snail without moving towards Until the sunrise brings another day. We will be stuck with our thoughts and sorrows. What we are searching, For ages stays the same: Some dodgy way to fool dishonest game That is called the life. We lie, we cheat, we bluff With no result of love Or any other blesding. However we continue progressing To sink in disappointment and fear. Eventually, we end up comming here, To some bar, to sit alone and drink. The seekers, who don't know what they seek.