This Trip کے بول

Not so long ago i said Mom, i gotta leave this place Not far from here there’s another one made of gold I gotta reach before i am too old Then i left with nothing but a dream And from that day i’ve been roaming I feel this heat under my skin I know my heart is in a hurry I swallow the dust on the road I barely sleep I pledge my body and soul I live in this trip A true friend is hard to find I’m lucky to have some by my side Lost count of the days i spent looking for A sign to show me that i’d walk thru the right door And when i leave i know what it means I know where i should go Still i roam, my senses clean And that’s all i know I swallow the dust on the road I barely sleep I pledge my body and soul I live in this trip If you wanna judge me let go You could be me Just search deep in your soul And maybe you’ll see