He needs your help to find your trace In the miles of countless roads. He leaves his doubts and the shame Behind the scene, coming close.
And he knows you are there, In the fussing air of city atmosphere. Needs your help to be yours, Searching for the trace in countless miles of roads.
Inside the crowdy city streets He is doing best to be the same. And all the efforts which he takes Are just to find your faded trace.
And he knows you are there, In the fussing air of city atmosphere. Needs your help to be yours, Searching for the trace in countless miles of roads.
In fact the game they play will come to end someday. A killing feel of pain will fade away. He'll come back home to wait for another day. With a smile on his face tomorrow he will do the same.
And he knows you are there, In the fussing air of city atmosphere. Needs your help to be yours, Searching for the trace in countless miles of roads.