I ain’t got nothing but money
Riding on the silver lane
I’m not waiting for a sign inside of me
Living in my sweet, virgin nursery
Are there some better ways
Maybe pieces of good days
Are there some better ways
Maybe some pieces of good days

Now I’ve got to see what’s inside of me
Inside of me
Now I need to feel
The wind in front of me
In front of me

Where is that white and clever place
Where is the light from outer space
All the things that I can see
It’s not about discovery
Then I have some kinda friendly voice
That tolls me: “you will have a choice”
And I’ve only myself to blame,
Cause things will never be the same
And I’ve only myself to blame,
Cause things will never be the same

Now I’ve got to see what’s inside of me
Inside of me
Now I need to feel
The wind in front of me
In front of me
Now I’ve got to see what’s inside of me
Inside of me
Now I need to feel
The wind in front of me
In front of me

I know
Just let it go
I know
Just let it go
I know
Just let it go
I know
Just let it go

Now I’ve got to see what’s inside of me
Inside of me
Now I need to feel
The wind in front of me
In front of me