Gone, play on.

This never ending song is scratching
Scratching my brain like a vinyl in desire
This never ending thought is coming and is gone
It's travelling on a plane on my way

And in a highway too
As if I speak for you and I say
That you did those things I did in the past it's true

And in a highway too
In a truck I do keep your stuff in my pocket
Just like I did with the days we flew

This never ending song is coming and is gone
It's travelling on a plane on my way

This never ending song is coming and is gone
It's travelling on a plane on my way

Gone, play on…