Pick up all your tears,
throw them in your back seat,
leave without a second glance.
Somehow I'm to blame
for this never-ending racetrack you call life.
Just turn right
into my arms.
Turn right,
you won't be alone.
You might fall off this track sometimes,
hope to see you on the finish line.
You're driving all your friends out,
you just be, you cannot follow,
and soon you will be on your own.
Somehow I'm to blame
for this never-ending racetrack you call life.
Just turn right
into my arms.
Turn right,
you won't be alone.
You might fall off this track sometimes,
hope to see you at the finish line.
I did all I could,
I gave everything,
but you had to go your way
and that road was not for me.
So turn right
into my arms.
Turn right,
you won't be alone.
You might fall off this track sometimes,
hope to see you at the finish line.
Bravissima cucciola mia *___*
