There is a place where my life begins
And after my adolescence truly ends,
And there the opportunities grow great,
And there I know I’ll discover my fate,
And there I may have a fresh, clean slate,
To breathe in the new and adapting wind.
Let me leave this place where I have no chance to experience chance
And my road is invaded by loops and sharp bends.
Past the lingering nights surrounded by despair
I shall walk with a walk that is slow and fair,
And watch where the road takes my feet as a pair
To the place where my life begins.
Yes I’ll walk with a walk that is slow and fair,
And I’ll go where the road takes my feet as a pair,
For the realists, they learn, and the realists, they care
In the place where my life begins.