Paroles de Trip

Why did I bring myself so far away? Why so many mountains, so many trails So many laps and so many corners? Why did I had to visit So many strange places? At every hill I go through just before reaching the top I ask myself the question: What is all this for? All the fear, all the effort? Why? Why? ohh Why? Why? From the place I am in In the middle of that long walking I can see lots of tunels Mountains, roads both behind and ahead I ask then and again once more at each stop allways the same question What is all this for? All the fear, all the effort? Why... In the middle, right in the middle of that long trip It happens I no longer know Why, what for or where I am going