Cross the land

I.
I always felt that I’m a rolling stone
The only fear I ever had, since I was born
Is to get used to something, I can’t move
I’ve got to stay on track yeah, I’ve got to proof

All limits which the most of you worship
I’ve got no values which the most of you call grip
The only worth of life I’ve ever knew
Is the road’s sand I’ve crossed, yeah, this is true

Refrain:
I cross the land
There is no end
There’re only roads
I haven’t been

II.
No iron shackles or prisoning vows
No loving couples of even stupid whores
There’s only road and me – we’re on our own
No other options – this is how I was born

Refrain …